Brother Tales 3

It’s weekend and I was back from office after 3 hours journey. As usual I entered the kitchen & took a seat with my chapathi & chicken. 😛 My younger brother was sitting next to me with messed up hair. He was on leave from College. My doctor-brother entered the room and took a seat between us.  🙂
Mom : You became lean in a week! :/
Doc brother : You look tired!
Me: Work Bhaiyya. Often it’s hectic.:(
Doc brother (pointing to my younger one) : Look at him!! He also looks tired, even without doing any work. I always told you guys, not to take coke & all; You people running around fast food & everything.
Me: *Rolling eyes*
I concentrated on my plate while he stuffed a chicken roll into his mouth & continued. Again at my younger one.
Doc Brother: These fast food, fries and all are not good at all. This will carve your bones. That’s why you people are always dizzy & tiring.
I tried not to giggle at the firing my younger brother is having. I took a sip of water from the glass & suppressed my laugh.
Me: Bhaiyya! But, m not having fast food there. I don’t like that at all. I m like this because of my hostel-food.
After finishing his third chicken roll.
Doc Brother: Mom, Can I get the bottle of 7up from the refrigerator?

He quaffed the bottle like nothing happened till then. 😉
I dropped my jaw, so as my younger brother.
Mom kept on laughing saying Weird kids.. 😀

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The DAY

It wasn’t a perfect morning for me. Still haunted by the beautiful moments with her; I couldn’t get off my mind from those days I lived with her. Yes! I am not living for the past few months. Walking and behaving like a corpse. Every day & night thinking over and over about the purpose of my existence without her.

I climbed the steps of the stadium & seated under a tree. Morning classes are over and I have a whole day left to roam around the town. It’s been three months here in the new place. Every day I chose to be here. Sitting among the gallery & finding myself lost in some bitter memories. The leaves of the tree murmured something. A green balloon of yesterday’s Heart Day March kept on striding in the air, it’s twain trapped among the branches of the tree. An uninvited grin covered my face. Is that balloon my heart? Trapped in haunting memories with a messed up brain, which can’t understand that past is past & we have to move on! Oh, She already moved on; now it’s my turn to bury the past. I m tired of acting in front of family & friends. Even if I m not, my body is tired of this fake smile I throw.

I pulled out my phone from the pocket & started striding through it. I re-read the texts from my close ones who always soothed me with their best ways. But each time I talk to them I can feel the wound in my heart opening up again & I can feel the spilt of blood. I looked at her Whatsapp DP. She again changed the picture. This time she is giving her usual big smile, her hands wrapped around her fiance’s neck. I felt the rush of my blood. I am a looser.

Ooh!! Loud shrieking voice broke my thoughts. Kids from the nearby special school are playing. They made loud laughter; for a moment I felt irritated. They are laughing & look at me! A dead heart and brain with some bones and flesh. For a while my inner voice told me to keep on watching them play. I felt myself drifting again in the thoughts. I re-called the word we use-Mentally Challenged. Mentally challenged kids. What that really means? They are far better than normal people who are challenged in every aspects of life. Once again I came back to the present.
They are getting arranged on a starting point. I guessed and cheered myself up for the upcoming race which gonna happen soon. The teachers tried their best to make them reach properly over the lane & the whistle is blown. They all gave a howl and started running with wide open smile on their face. Each and every one glowed in the morning sun rays. All of a sudden one among them stumbled & fell on the ground. He cried out in a loud voice & then it happened. All the kids who were running made a halt and ran back to the fallen one. They all lend hands to make him on foot. I saw sadness looming over each and every face seeing that one painful face of their friend. After making sure of himself that he is fine; the fallen kid started smiling. As sadness; happiness also is contagious. That single smile flourished and spread to everyone and ended up in loud laughter. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks & my lips made a slit and it gave the best smile after a long time. I felt a pain in my cheek bones.

I looked up. God! In this 23 years; I just felt that I m going through the best day in my life. The happiest moment. The day which made tremendous change in me. The day I stopped hating the life around & started loving it. The magic of some little kids!
It may be a day, an incident or a moment; look around, our life is out there!

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Just inspired from an incident shared by my friend. 🙂 It’s been stuck unedited in my drafts for the past several months & today I felt no edits are in need and it’s time to publish.