Oh Brother

There's this species called brother. 

Someone who is "always there". 

(Of course to get him on the phone sometimes is a task ,because  he's already always on his office phone!)

I've come to realize over the years that the relationship I've shared with my brother is taken for granted...  by me. 

I got to ride his new motorbike.... And got just a stare when I fell off it and pushed it back home. 

Allowing me to try my skills at hair styling on him with a haircut that ended up like a crew cut gone wrong.

Letting me mess up a tee shirt by scribbling on it with paint and then gifting it to him .... Expecting him to wear it. Which of course he did. 

Happiness is when years later, I realize he still has the tee shirt.

Taking me to a movie that I wanted to watch sacrificing his evening out at the chaupati with his friends. 

Being a rather shy and arrogant kid growing up, looking back, it helped me speak to people ,whether it was taking me out with his friends ( only at times) when they went out to eat countless plates of chaat followed by ice cream. 

When I thought I was grown up, I've called him and cried over what I considered was financial troubles. 

Or what I thought was my decision to get married!

Or about the job interview I attended. 

There's never been a time when he seems less interested in what I am saying. 

Even at times when I advise him!

....Or at least I think so. 

If you get him on the phone, first thing he wants to know is "all okay?"

If you ask him to taste a piece of cake you baked it's "all fine". 

Guess the patience and tolerance is built in over years of leading "the pack". A pack we fondly call "4 piece cake club"!