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.
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"!
