Our Brothers

A Brother! 

A person who never judges you for being you. A person who stays awake throughout the night and be there for u at the the right 

A person who stands with you not behind you

A person with whom you can share anything because you are his everything

A person who be with there with u every time just to see your precious smile

A person who cries with you because of the untied bond tied with you

 

A brother is not just a boy, he is your best friend who  joke with you  anytime, anywhere. He is like your father who protects just like a bird protects it's eggs,  He can't be expressed in words because he is my first. A person whom you fight with most but stays on your side always.I remember me sitting on a chair and thinking about having a brother and soon I was blessed with two brothers. That was enough for me to survive my whole life. It was not just a brother in my life, but happiness, a lot of adventures, a lot of fights, a lot of tantrums. That was a whole new chapter and the best one yet. From staying up late and watching movies to getting scolded by my mother for it, I wouldn't have experienced it if  it wasn't for my brother.  In those early years, my brother was my playmate, my partner in crime, and occasionally, my co-conspirator in evading bedtime.

 

 

 

 

I vividly recollect a moment from my childhood when I, a seven-year-old, found myself in a predicament. It was during a festive shopping spree with my family when, amidst the bustling market, my brother and I were  left alone in the car with its doors unlocked. In the fleeting absence of our parents, my brother and I, curious and adventurous, ventured out to explore the vibrant market independently.As we meandered through the lively stalls, the realization dawned on us that we had become unwittingly separated from the familiar embrace of our family. Panic ensued, and tears welled in my eyes. Despite his younger age, my brother exhibited remarkable composure. Grasping my hand firmly, he offered solace and reassurance amid the bustling crowd.The passing minutes only intensified our uncertainty, prompting a decision to seek help. Cautiously, we approached a nearby shop, where, with a palpable sense of trepidation, I mustered the courage to convey our predicament to the shopkeeper. My apprehension, fueled by apprehensive thoughts from crime shows on television, momentarily hindered me. However, my brother, a steadfast pillar of support, instilled the confidence needed to communicate our situation.In a composed manner, I provided the shopkeeper with my father's contact number. Within moments, our entire family arrived at the shop, took us from the bustling market. Despite the ensuing lecture and admonishment, the experience left an indelible mark on my consciousness.

 

This incident underscored a profound realization—the unwavering support and strength my brother offered, even in moments when fear might have gripped him as well. In the face of adversity, his resilience, calm demeanor, and encouragement transformed a potentially distressing situation into a lesson of trust, unity, and familial reliance.He was too small for I to expect such a big gesture from him, he comforted me. That moment make me realize that he is my strength and not my weakness. Really his actions spoke louder than the number of his age. 

 

 

As the sands of time flowed and the years carried us forward, I witnessed a transformation in my younger brother. Once a little boy who never stopped teasing me without mercy, he evolved into a person of remarkable maturity. It was as though the hands of time had turn upside down, casting him in the role of the older sibling, and me, in the position of receiving all his care.His growth extended beyond mere appearances; it was a metamorphosis of character and demeanor. The playful banter that had defined our childhood gradually into a new wave of responsibility and understanding. The shift in dynamics was palpable, as he began to assume a protective role, treating me with a gentle yet firm hand, akin to how one would care for their own child.It wasn't merely a semblance of maturity; rather, his actions and demeanor bespoke a genuine transformation. The roles had reversed, and I found myself being looked after and guided by the little brother who once revealed in playful antics. In his care, I discovered a profound sense of comfort and security, as he effortlessly shouldered the responsibilities that come with the passage of time.This reversal of roles, this subtle yet powerful shift in our relationship dynamic, not only reflected the inevitability of time's influence but also brought forth a  realization. Through his actions, my little brother didn't just appear to be the elder; he embraced the role wholeheartedly, making me feel like a cherished younger sister or I would refer me as a child who is totally clueless.It was a testament to the evolving nature of sibling relationships, where the threads of camaraderie are intricately woven with the strands of mutual care and love.

 

 

“There is no love like, the love for a brother. There is no love like the love from a brother.”

In the complex structure of sibling relationships, brothers stand as pillars of connection, contributing to a shared familial narrative and societal ways. As we navigate  through life, brothers emerge as companions and co-authors of the shared experience. In this dance of roles, where the younger became the older, and the elder found comfort in the care of the sibling, I realized that the beauty of sibling relationships lies in their ability to adapt and mature alongside the individuals they connect with. As my little brother assumed the responsibility of a caring guardian, he not only took the responsibility with time but also wrote pages in the chapter of our shared journey with affection, understanding, and the timeless essence of familial love.so we say na” phoolon ka taro ka sabka khena hai, ek hazaaron mai mera bhai hai”!. Not in thousands but in millions, I am grateful to have two of them in making my life trillion times better.where each day feels like a festival.

By

Ridhima Thareja