I was split from my bro in our teenage when he chose to stay back here while Mom and me accompanied Dad on his transfer... I used to miss him bad there.. no one to play with... no one to share little jokes with.. no one to explore the new place and share views and comments on it... no one to fight with... It was all me and ma parents...
But the issue is not about that. Its about the ways I used to look for, to let my brother know I missed him.. and trying to find reasons for him to come with us... Any gesture to show that I cared for him. Like Pocket money. My wallet was always brimming with my hard earned savings those days. I dont remember how but i am sure it wasnt lavished upon me.
My bro always used to talk about getting himself a cricket bat. A "willow". And he was always talking bout saving for it. My parents used to give him fuel but it used to be used up in his daily stuff.. now I have no clue as to what.. And everytime we left here I used to part with a 100 bugs telling him this is for your savings for the bat. Slowly and gradually as it was to happen my treasury went empty... It broke my heart.. but it was all for my bro... and I was left a pauper.
My bro did get a bat.. but dunno whether it was with any help from me. I was left dried up and especially when I was in need of money.....and he dint help me for sure. He was always outta fuel. I now find it was a stupid thing to do coz me parents never deprieved him of any cash. He could have got a bat even if I hadnt poured out my wallet to him. I never found him thankful for what I did... maybe he was.. but i missed it.
Now he is working.. earning... But when I ask him for money.....



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But when I ask him for money.. he digs into dads wallet and takes out more than a couple of notes.. he hands some over to me though the major part goes into his pocket... Life always turns back on us...

What? You thought I was being sentimental...???