It breaks your heart some times to see the people you love so much, wallowing in despair. And to be able to do nothing about it. Sure you can talk to them. But what do I say? Stay strong, be patient, resilience bears fruits. As I have observed, none of it quite seems to work. A confidence once floating in abundance shows no signs of trace now. Some days, you just can’t make a person you care about stop crying. And it’s fine. Them confiding enough in you to show their weak bits is a support enough. Some days, you just have to be there and remind yourself to not lose YOUR patience or faith in them. Be an anchor till the ship is ready to sail may be.
Technically I am six years elder to him, but we haven’t acknowledged the age difference ever. He has fought with me, argued, made me cry, all of that bitter banter. Ain’t that how siblings live in harmony?
We are celebrating Raksha-bandhan in India today. It is an exclusive brother-sister festival, where sisters tie Rakhi (it’s like a band) to their bros and brothers, well they shower us with gifts! It also has a solemn message behind it, particularly that the brothers vow they would always protect and take care of their sisters. It is an endearing custom. I have such fond memories of it from the past.
If I flashback to the very start, I remember not being very enthused with my brother being born on his very first day. I was a pampered six year old, my mom had left me for the first time to go to nana’s place and he was kind of snatching my territory with his cute little actions (Oh he was damn cute back in those days!). Peace was somehow achieved in a day or two with my dad’s efforts and then there was no point of return.
As he grew, he would fight with me over every little thing. We were different. He liked paneer, I liked potatoes. I stacked up fairy tales, and he would pile up his monthly cricket magazines. I would watch Bollywood songs, and he would watch WWE. We were a team though despite all anomalies. Perfectly acting in co-ordination. We knew what to hide from parents and what not. Never tell-taled. :D. We would play video games together, collect pokemon stickers. Even though shit scared, we would buy DVDs of horror movies and watch it in one blanket, our mom having no clue. Then I left for my higher studies, and I remember the day I had to leave, he ran to some fancy shop and bought me this very cute kitty soft toy. Melted my heart for all it was. <3.
Now we have grown up, I am here working and he is doing his studies. Times have changed. We occasionally meet. And we hardly call each other. Those formalities have never suited both of us. I have his back, I guess he knows. Will only call me when there is trouble in paradise. Every time I see him, he annoys me to the core. Sometimes, he does it purposefully. In a bigger picture, I totally love him though. We have that sort of a relationship which you least worry about. Ain’t that how the siblings function anyway. :). Kind of missing that idiotic creature today.