|A recent one! I love this picture, my little boy!|
I remember the day I held your hand and your head so tight, only because I feared the very sight of the limbless man in the Gateway of India, begging for alms. The days when we both used to run-and-catch in the house, hitting almost every single wall, with that one eye of mine closed for my eye exercise trainings. You were never scared of me, never thought of me as a dominating elder sister. I used to run looking at your typical way of charging into my stomach whenever there was a fight.
I still remember the days when our secret escapades out of home would somehow be discovered by Thatha. Being the tyrant that he was, used to make us stand out and apologize until he was convinced or tied us up to the bonnet of the (hideous, then) Ambassador car parked in the garage and made us repeat the same lines over and over again.
I remember how the very sight of Thatha at a distance used to scare you to bits, making you pee in your pants. And then there were the days when we used to play hide and seek sitting on his lap where he used to shut our eyes with his hands and call out 'Oneee-Twooo--Three'!, which you eventually won and took great pride in discussing that. And both of us had our own hideouts which ended up being the same, since we ran out of ideas to choose for places to hide in the house beyond a certain point.
|One of the family dinners :)|
|Looks like Ascendas in Thiruvanmyur, don't remember the occasion|
|My kutti boy and I :) So tall you've become!|
Your hall of fame surpasses the activities of all cousins in the family, for having brought your television set down into pieces on to the floor, and for having said ‘enaku theriyaadhu, adhu thaaanaa vizhundhudhu ma..’ and all of that. And our one and only air trip to Bombay by flight when you were in the second standard and me in my fourth. Being the elder sister that I was, I advised you not to go to the loo in the flight’s toilet fearing your idiosyncrasies. But you did go and came out only after flushing the ‘dupatta’ of your sherwani :P
|The unforgettable Queensland trip when Uttu had come to Chennai|
Thinking of it all brings happy tears to my eyes, realizing now that this little devil of mine has become a grown up young lass, in search of the right things in life. I miss you my little brother. Although you are the only boy cousin in my life, there’s nothing that you do not know of me. Love you, bum :)