One day when i was a kid.. who dint know how to ride a bicycle... and me bro did.. and he used to take me around.. after much begging.. my parents went to Kochi leaving us back home by mistake. Me bro back from his school volunteered to take us on his cycle.. and even though we were not sure of the way we set off, he riding.. me driving pillion.
We cover some distance.. "Bro are you sure of the way??"
"Oh yes, lets carry on.. we will get their if we go straight enough.."

On and on we go, we get to a row of shops splitting up the road into 2.. joining back at the end.. we dont know this part of town...and by some fault the pillion comes loose and rides on while my bro takes the inner side of the road.. i look at him helplessly.. and he shouts dont worry we will meet at the end..
He rides on.. and my pillion carries moving itself on and on... we cant see each other.. i m scared.. and just like he said we meet at the end.. which turns out to be a bus bay.
We see buses saying Fort Kochi and jump in joy.. all we have to do is get onto one and go all the way to our place.. Yeeeaaahh..!!!!!!!!!
We climb a stalled bus.. the one to leave next and take the first seat behind the driver..
Am hungry and say so.. me bro gets me Krackjack.. we open the packet and take one each.. just as we start munching on it settling down for the long trip.. misfortune strikes and the pack falls outta my hands to the floor and the biscuits all turn powder..
I turn to me bro and look at him with my puppy dog eyes.. he is already digging into his pocket for money..
He gets down to get me a new packet of biscuit from across the road.. and just as he turns his back to me our bus starts..
I get frantic.. I wave my hands.. but no voice comes out.. he doesnt see me.. he doesnt hear me.. the bus starts to move.. i wave at the driver to stop.. and point to my bro.. but he pays no attention..
My bro turns with a pack of Krackjack and a smile.. only to find the bus moving away... and theres nothing he can do.. he cannot possibly cross the road in such short time to get to the bus..
His smile fades.. he holds up the pack and waves at me sadly...
I ve lost me bro... we will never be able to find him..

Its too heart breaking and scary......
I wake up drenched in sweat.... God..
I look around to find me bro asleep on the next bed.. Relief...
Fear.. if ever this dream was to come true.. My eyes well up in tears.. I cry.. beg to God for this to never happen.. I promise to be good.
and the whole of next week i m good to me bro.. i do everything he tells me.. i dont fight with him.. i m his dog...
i m happy my bro wasnt lost in the city..

I knew it was just a dream.. but it was the worst i've ever had.. and it had given me a lot of sleepless nights.. for weeks after and later on for days i remembered it....

I Love my Bro...