I didn’t like him when he was born.Though I loved to touch his soft and pink fragile body,I hated him when he stole the show for next one year in our family.Guests came home with toys and gifts for him and they left home with a smile for me.duhh!!
I don’t know how but when I try to his toys he will cry badly inviting any of the elders to shout at me.
Though he looked cute,it was difficult for me to accept the fact.I never reciprocated his smiles or pats.My tiny brain made plans to hurt him but after the mission execution I realized that he got more care from parents when I fought with him.So I had to stop hurting him.
The jealousy seed inside me got uprooted when he called out my name even before learning to say “Amma(Mom in Malayalam)”.The saliva dripped call made me weep out of joy making me realize how much I loved him.
I am lucky to have him in life because I still wonder how come he never had any problems being in my shadow.Actually he was happy when everybody addressed him as “Bhavia’s brother” throughout his school days.He never complained when I got to use all new things and later I passed it on to him.The 3-years age gap between us was actually a boon for as I got him as my best friend at an early stage of my life.It was easy to share our views and secrets.Even today,he is one of the two persons to whom I can tear my mask of ego.
I don’t believe in horoscopes,but there was a prediction in his horoscope about a premature death at the age of 12 which my parents secretly feared.The fear turned into a bitter truth when the jaundice viruses took his body for permanent settlement.My 10th std classes took an abrupt break due to the visits to hospital.The darker we saw the yellow color in his bath towels and his clothes,the weaker we became.Our life became sixes and sevens that nobody cared about anything;not even about food.I saw my Mom growing thinner as days passed.My Dad looked like a zombie lost in his thoughts finding it difficult to manage both work and emotions.I struggled to concentrate in my classes as I had only Prasun’s face in my mind.
My heart missed a beat when my Dad came home with a medical report saying Prasun has stopped responding to the medicines and there are higher chances of losing him in a couple of days.I became numb that I couldn’t even cry or console my Dad who was weeping into my hands.We wondered how to tell Mom about the reports.It was sure that she won’t survive it.I cannot explain how much I cried and prayed that night sitting inside the pooja room.Next day morning my Dad was shocked to see me lying down on the pooja room floor with high fever.I was ready to give up anything to get him back in my life.I made a million promises to God so that Prasun gets cured.Knowing the bitter truth and facing him was terrible for us.Moreover,we cannot show the secret to Mom.I looked at him without blinking as I don’t want to miss him even for a second.Everytime I kissed him or touched him,I was scared whether I will be able to do so again.Doctors gave us no hopes.They stopped medicines and injections.Dad and I took special care to keep Mom away during doctor’s vists.Prasun’s condition became worse but we were not ready to lose the hope.
Somehow God was kind to us.We don’t know what happened or how it happened.Doctor’s were surprised to see him recovering even after stopping the medicines.Prasun started recovering slowly.He came back to our lives.From then onwards,I have never let him go far from me.
Even after being at our early twenties,we still cuddle each other,a warm hug can still make us forget the fight which we had ten minutes before and though we have lots of friends we still remain best friends for each other.
Though he became a software engineer who puts a serious face at times,it is difficult for me to believe that he is not my “kid” brother anymore.Last week when I saw him pulling my legs over some stupid things,I couldn’t stop thinking about how my life would have been if God was not kind enough to give him back to us.
It is great to have you in my life baby.
Happy Raksha Bandhan!!!