Chronicles of Brother-Mania!

"I Love my brother..He is the sweetest thing that has ever happened to me since I was an year old..He is wonderfully loving and caring..." and related set of clauses would evidently follow in any sibling relationship. But this was not how she would ever describe her brother..For her...there was no better adjective than "brother" to portray the inexplicable emotions of a sibling. Someone so adorable that it does not take any thoughts to feel his presence, his absence, his mind, or his soul. It was rather when you could chat with yourself in another body; yes, just another body from the same womb.

Nevertheless, it had to be subtly different in this introvert's case. She was more speakable to herself than any other soul; be it even her sibling. She was mature as a child, always feeling the care and affection for the little one, treating him with empathized guardianship! And ever did she feel the need to pour her emotions in his bucket? She didn't believe in alleviating her pain by "sharing" to magnify others', especially when it was him. She'd had to wait just a year to grow up together with him, and then the journey of life crawled on. Be it pulling him off the bed when the little one couldn't rest on his "tashreef", or dropping him off her back while playing a wonderfully mute game in this world when parents were away. Every moment was lived with a tacit enamor even if the birth marks had to be replaced with fierce pinch marks. For all his mischief in school, she had to take it on the chin. When she was called to his class, to attend his teachers for not doing the homework, or yapping too much in class periods, or casually studying for a wrong subject for an exam. So with the school bus rides, the journey of life ran.

He was fighting with adolescence that time as she recollects, when family relationships turned cloying, friends were always first in the queue leading to starvation of family processes (Pardon my technical language), and darn! riding a bike was the most chichi thing in this world. She was not staying home for a year now as she moved out of station for her undergrad. And unfortunately enough, her bike had shifted owners since. It was summer, and she was rejoicing vacations at her most and only visited family resort- "Home"! Her brother was boxing around welcoming the truly hiped Board Exams! With such reluctance, he budged from home for those humdrum tuition classes, not before he could add a fun element to it. Yes! He wanted to fuel the bike before the classes. So after banally leaving his Biology labwork with his sister, the bike rushed with him in its usual horse pace.

Not much time had passed since she found him back home; the scene was not as welcoming though. She was awestruck, as she looked at his awed face. The teeth were drenched in blood, lips had bloated with the cut, pants were torn and he was barely conscious! Sheesh..he was terribly injured! And Murphy sits everywhere...You would never have the right things at the right time..Mom had just left home and Dad was busy with his usual office chores. And this time it was him lying unconsciously on the diwan, just blaberring "Didi..mera accident ho gaya".

She was frozen much below the freezing point, helpless as she sat far away from him. Eyes wouldn't blink and heart wouldn't pace down. She couraged to ask what exactly had happened and where the bike was now, but all to her dismay. Fortunately, mom arrived soon enough to freeze harder than her, without letting the tears ice. He was rushed to the hospital to get treated with plaster of paris and stitches all around. Then was the time to find the orphaned bike as he couldn't recollect a thing about the incident. He was supposedly dropped home by someone. It was a tensed devil hunt, until it was found lying in one corner of a main road. And with its sight, he fiercely queried everyone around him about what had happened. Parents were aghast as to which part of his brain was hit, for he was shifting roles in the questionnaire. Howsoever, the wrecked devil which her juvenile brother rode was brought home. The aftermath could not be endured easily as it brought a series of legal issues, in addition to the pain from the head-on collision with the devil's father aptly named "Pulsar"- challenging life's pulse. Her dearie had to witness another column of unpleasant incidents during his respite at home; when he unconciously fell off with the entire wash basin on his finger, and more so cursed was the witness of a suicidal episode of a neighbor.

Nevertheless, life elevated from some baneful dimesion as it does, and adolescence was bid adieu. He remained a charming soul, with every passing day as the tacit enamor between them matured with age. With dimples as engaging as his babbles, he still dominates the species of lovable beings. Lot of things have changed now owing to the sense of spiritualism that prevails, and that just endlessly drops off in a battle with "Moh and Maya". Life is still running to a search of earth, to flourish as crowned individuals where they stand today. But those subtleties of life have been skipped, and would adamantly not return, to leave them deep within, as hankerers of love blood-deep, or innocence, or the hilarious melees or just the presence!