Memories…

Its the first time, I spent one full month without talking to him… I am not mad at him this time.. I used to be. During our childhood, I used to be mad at him, so many times. I remember my parents saying, ” Keep your hands to yourself, use your voice not hands…” He used to irritate me so much that I used to lose all control and hit him. And I used to get all the scolding from our parents. It always felt that he used to provoke me intentionally. Being an elder brother, he never forced anything on me. Instead took all my madness and anger at himself. He could not take my silence for long. He would do anything to make me smile. This time he didn’t try to break my silence…

We used to play hide and seek. Finding me was always easy for him. He knew al my hideouts. Yet he would pretend to keep searching for me to make me feel happy. Finding him always took time. I kept on looking for him, at times I would give up and call him. I used to lose in this game. He would not come out until I got concerned and scared. Suddenly, out of nowhere he would come with a smile, his typical smile that I loved the most… This time he didn’t come out…

One day, we were playing pillow fight. Like always, he would take all the beatings from me but would never hit or hurt me, even if it was throwing soft pillows. I was rowdy. I used to take all the advantage of being a little sister. While playing I lay him down and put all the blankets and pillows on his face and sat on top of all that! At first he struggled, then he stopped moving. I got off the pillows and put everything aside, I was dead scared… And there he was, looking at me with his typical smile! I was so relieved, I apologized and cried. He couldn’t see me crying. He told me he was acting, by holding his breath for a very short time. It was just for fun.. This time he didn’t breathe…

Memories… its all that I have… It’s all that we have… I will keep thinking till we meet again on the other side of life…