My Brothers..
I wasn't aware of this international brother's day till i received the above picture from my elder brother Vasanth.. That's a wonderful morphing pic created by him.. This picture reminded me of the real picture of us.. I would like to share that picture too at this moment..
Woww... Isn't it lovely.. This picture was taken in my first birthday...look at me... Crying.. May be my brothers could have made something to stop me crying.. Whenever i see this photo i always think life could have remained the same.. Those were lovely days.. I still remember the days how my brothers took care of me like a little princess.. I do remember a day when i was studying grade I, our Amma went to buy provisions to a shop which is bit far from our house. She was delayed that day, and I started crying. You know what my brothers did.. They started consoling me, they washed my face, changed my frock, combed my hair, powdered my face, kept bindi and made me ready thinking at least my Amma would reach before they finish all these make up.. But unfortunately Amma didn't reach home.. So they both held my little hand on either side of me and took me to the bus stop where my Amma would reach.
I do remember the days we went to school together. I was studying grade I and my brothers were in Grade 5 and Grade 4. Most of the days, after lunch i never went to my class. My class teacher used to search me and reach any one of my brothers class to see me sleeping on my brother's lap.. Lovely days..
If i need to talk about my teenage, my brothers were super protective. Vasanth anna and I used to walk to school and Vino anna goes in cycle. I never felt the tiredness of walking to school as Vasanth anna tells lot of stories. I need not go for movie, Vasanth anna brings every scene in front of my eyes.
Vino anna.. Doesn't speak much but his love was always felt with his authoritative commands of protection. I remember a day when i was in Grade II and Vino anna was in Grade 7. Our house was in first floor and that evening i was standing in front of my friend house in ground floor with a skirt worn above a long petticoat (those days the so called innerware slip is called as petticoat stitched out of thick white cotton cloth) and without a top over my petticoat which looked like a sleeveless top. I was happily playing around and my Vino anna returned home, seeing me in that costume he called me to home and the moment i entered the house i received a tight slap in my face. May be that day it was painful but now that's the one reason behind my proper professional dressing.
As all other children, we were also very naughty.. But our naughtiness was always when our Appa and Amma goes out together and leave us at home.. That's the time the engineering skill of Vino anna and cooking skill of Vasanth anna would come out. We explore the house and the kitchen.. Result of which is loss of wheat, rice, maida flours, amma's watch, old radio and few other electronic gadgets. Though we all are hand in glove, but because of my father's tough tone i would become the approver. Even though my brothers get scoldings they had never showed hatred towards me.
We were the role models in our police colony. I have heard one aunty saying that she corrects her clock by seeing my Vasanth anna leaving for school. And because of my Vino anna my colony boys had never turned towards me or my friends to tease.
If i start to say about my brothers this post will be a never ending post. So let this be the introductory post and more to come in future..
The life of a girl with brothers are always colorful and bright. A girl with brothers can never become an orphan..
I Love my brothers..
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