BROTHER....
I saw a boy playing with a girl on the road side. That girl was my friend, a colony friend that everyone had in his or her age of eight. Middle class family of mine, simple we all were. At that point of time when my maa used to give me rs.5 for buying my favourite chocolate was the satisfactory thing ever.
That boy was around five I guess. I out of habit got jealous that my friend is giving my play time to someone else. Call it fortunate or unfortunate I was unaware that their is a relationship called brother and sister, I only have my four year sister that time (God had made sisters so beautiful that I never aspires for younger brother).
And he felt on ground! Jesus, she was literally in tears, she made him stand said sorry almost thirteen times. I came close to, with my limited wisdom I ordered her to come and play with me. Yes, I was that much insensitive in my childhood. She gave me a look like she never knew me. Ran towards her house and made her Mom convince that that boy had fallen but he is alright. My condition was as same as when you wish a good morning to someone and that someone starts asking you questions about Russian economy. At that moment I became a observer (What else one can do when your bestie loose interest in you and your ORDERS). Nevertheless, to my unexpected thought she came back to me and said lets buy chocolate Aditi, obviously she was bound to start conversation as she knew she was wrong. I said lets buy a chocolate (now with a smile).
She saw her father returning from office, hugged her father and requested him to buy three chocolates from the nearest store in our locality.
Three!!! Why three?? And then her father revealed, one for you, and rest for my two kids. I looked at my friend, yes Aditi its for my brother.
This was the first time when I heard about a relation called brother, eventually I have heard many times from my maa and relatives that she wanted a son. My maa's son would be my brother. Younger he could be, elder he could be. He would had fought with me, he would protect me. Might had been teasing me or surrendering his toys for me.
If I could had a brother, if my mother could had a son, he would be my brother.
I saw a boy playing with a girl on the road side. That girl was my friend, a colony friend that everyone had in his or her age of eight. Middle class family of mine, simple we all were. At that point of time when my maa used to give me rs.5 for buying my favourite chocolate was the satisfactory thing ever.
That boy was around five I guess. I out of habit got jealous that my friend is giving my play time to someone else. Call it fortunate or unfortunate I was unaware that their is a relationship called brother and sister, I only have my four year sister that time (God had made sisters so beautiful that I never aspires for younger brother).
And he felt on ground! Jesus, she was literally in tears, she made him stand said sorry almost thirteen times. I came close to, with my limited wisdom I ordered her to come and play with me. Yes, I was that much insensitive in my childhood. She gave me a look like she never knew me. Ran towards her house and made her Mom convince that that boy had fallen but he is alright. My condition was as same as when you wish a good morning to someone and that someone starts asking you questions about Russian economy. At that moment I became a observer (What else one can do when your bestie loose interest in you and your ORDERS). Nevertheless, to my unexpected thought she came back to me and said lets buy chocolate Aditi, obviously she was bound to start conversation as she knew she was wrong. I said lets buy a chocolate (now with a smile).
She saw her father returning from office, hugged her father and requested him to buy three chocolates from the nearest store in our locality.
Three!!! Why three?? And then her father revealed, one for you, and rest for my two kids. I looked at my friend, yes Aditi its for my brother.
This was the first time when I heard about a relation called brother, eventually I have heard many times from my maa and relatives that she wanted a son. My maa's son would be my brother. Younger he could be, elder he could be. He would had fought with me, he would protect me. Might had been teasing me or surrendering his toys for me.
If I could had a brother, if my mother could had a son, he would be my brother.
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