little fun
one fine morning my mother came suddenly with my younger brother, i was then three or four years old- mother asked me to bring PARKOM, they came from hospital- new cute chaps, just born previous day. Mother commanded -your brother; look after him and she went to clear our house, for me it was a great fun, i talk to the little fellow, who never answered but giggling, making noise, i commanded to him keep quite fellow never bothered, i was about to touch my brother, mammy gave me a tight slap, i brought rice and sitting on the PARKOM and eating rice looking at my brother, poor fellow pissed on my rice,i got willed, i kissed the fellow, pulled his nose, drag his legs, i took him in my arm and glorifying everywhere, that my brother has come. i fought for him for admission in the high school. i tried to get job for him IMI Kolkata as cook, when he fall in love, i supported him when my parents were against of that marriage. only because my mother told me, look after you brother, however his wife became wall for me, i could not relate with him any more. one day he brought his first son, i though of him when my mother brought to me, i could not play with the child, his wife asked me what happen------ i made a bahana to hide my rivers of tears.