I wake up in the morning to see that everything is just
perfect around me, the warm blanket of safety and love is guiding all over me. Opening
my eyes and finding my brother besides me is such a pleasant sight to see and
to be able to drink coffee and shout at him early in the morning, ‘Get out of
the LOO’ – are just some of the priceless
moments that make my brother mean the world to me. Now, with work eating up
most of our times we hardly get our time to communicate. My memories go back to
childhood, I still recall how we fought and hit each other but yet within few hours
made it up all over again.
From the beginning,
my brother and I have been so close, We grew together like a good pot plant, we
were taught the value of each others presence in our lives. The design of our
family contains all the fabric of joy, sadness and happiness. We have been
through the odd times and the great times together. My brother is truly my
life, my backbone –and I can say that he is one of the closest branch in the
family tree. My first and last friend, my shepherd and my sheep.
Its ironic how he has
this unconditional love and forgiveness towards me, even when I may act really
silly and stupid. The bond between us has grown stronger over the years, even
though there is a difference of opinion at the end of it, what’s beautiful there is an umbilical cord that joins the two of us. Its amazing
while I pen down my feelings, I see memories rushing down my eyes, the bed we share, the same car we drive, the returning from school,
the channels we change on TV, the birthday cake-cutting moments, the night outs
we go together, and most importantly for being the reason behind a whole lot of
things that brought me smiles is something that will be forever etched.
With great pride I can say it, he will make a great husband
because as he has learned the art of living with a Girl, and he has closely
understood emotions and responsibilities. He will treat his wife just the way
he imagines his sister to be treated…
His unconditional
love has no limit, I know even if the world is against me, he will be there
standing holding my hand “ lets face this “. There have been times when I have
bombarded all my frustrations on him, thrown temper-tantrums but only to
realize we don’t choose our siblings by choice, it is inherited by birth. So
its like falling in love is natural…today my brother is always late and
sometimes unorganized, he doesn’t give time the value that it needs and
there’s so much more I wish for him, so much more I feel he is capable of doing
but to this point acceptance comes from understanding. God has created us both
in his own image and likeness and we nurture what my parents have brought to
life. My brother is the best gift that I could have for myself this Raksha
Bandhan.
Today who I am, I owe it all to my brother and my parents, which
is by mutual respect, attachment, affection, and trust that is shared amongst
each one of us within the family.
The jokes, the fun, the talks, the laughter, the tragedies, the
wonderful moments, the passion, the life...We have tasted all these spices and
flavors of life together and crafted wonderful memories for ourselves.
In today’s fast-paced and busy world we do not get all the
time we need and so we later on regret for things not done, for love not shown
and for all the “thank You” not said. So let me claim this as my moment to say
a big thank you to my wonderful brother with lots of love and hugs– You are
Special to me, and will always be.
If I am out of time and can pick one moment to truly cherish
it in this life I live, it will definitely be one of those days I spent with
him. The day when I was born in this family was the beginning of a perfect
forever – because I found my sweet brother.
