MY LITTLE BROTHER…

I jus wrote a testimonial for my brother on orkut and I’m in all tears…

My lil bro turns 14 tomorrow and I love him oh so much. For some silly reason, I’ve been awfully excited about his birthday for like a few months now. I wouldn’t be able to sleep in peace if I don’t drive him crazy everyday with my loud “babiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, you’re birthday’s coming!!!”… and ah. He used to almost ridicule me for being so silly…

I keep telling my mum, that he should’ve been the elder one in my family, instead of me…. Cos it really feels like he is my elder brother…. And I’m the nutty me, screaming “coo” into his ears; sitting on his lap; filling my mum’s ears with complaints about him not spending time with me; shutting his book when he’s deep into reading and laughing my boisterous laugh; pinnnnnnnching his cheeks until he screams “hariniiiiiiiii stop it”; half opening the door when he’s back from school and slamming it back saying “you can stay out” – the only difference being, he slams the door back on me with his newly developed arm muscles (well, he was stick thin a few months ago.. and suddenly he’s become a power-boy!)..

It’s like I don’t want time to move on so fast. It’s moving on, a lil too fast. Coll’s over even before I digest the fact that I’m in college… My parents are saying stuff like, “finishing studying now, get on your feet soon after.. we wanna get you married down three years”….. Tomorrow is my bro’s birthday and he’s actually turning 14!! Nothing seems to be the same… everything’s changing… and a little too fast…

I go back to those days, where my brother was safe and cozy in my mum’s womb. I remember how proudly I beamed to all my 1st grade friends, that I’m gonna hav a lil baby bro/sis…. I remember the day, 14 years ago, when my dad frantically ran from pillar to post trying to save my mum’s life with some many litres of blood that the doctors demanded “urgently”, for she was in a “critical” state… God’s grace, both the baby and the mother are safe… I was dumbfounded when I first saw this little living being, beside my mum… awfully tiny hands folded so tight, microscopic legs, nose, ears, brown hair… I clung onto my dad’s arms and watched the lil thing, lost in its own world… sleeping…….

We’ve come a long way through… I distinctly remember every moment of his life…. Even those horrible days in the hospital, when he was battling to breathe, jus six months after he was born….. stubborn child he was… and he still is! :)
I loved those days when I was in the fifth grade…. Bro and I used to go to crèche together.. I used to waiiiiiiit for my school bell to ring at the end of the day… I would rush to the cycle stand and peddle as fast as I could, with all my might, to bail my brother out of the crèche... :)



He’s a big boy now... A whole fourteen years old…! A boy who has gathered a lot of traits, attitude, learning, notions, over time….. I guess I’ll take a while to get used to him growing!! As of now, I’m just awed by him, his rate of growth (which is absolutely normal.. just that, I’m still stuck in the past)…

I cherish every moment we've spent together… When he quietly perches on my bike and puts his arms round me, while I ride.. When we hold hands and cross the road as I lead us on with my ridiculous way of wading through vehicles waiting to kill us… When we go out to eat chaat or grab a pastry off and on… Those rare occassions when he says “how was your day…”… Those days when I don’t get home on time, and he very caringly asks Amma “why isn’t Harini back home”… When he says "congrats" and pats my back when i come back with a prize..... Priceless moments… Moments that will remain etched in my memory, forever….


Dearest Baabi bro, I really really love you… You completely rock… I hope you’ve read your testimonial on orkut… Have a wonderful birthday… God bless you.. :)



Spread your wings and fly high...... like a butterfly..........