What Is it to be made of great, is it their wisdom that adorned them with age or is it the knowledge that weaved them to be what they are today or even more is it their circumstances that molded them with it’s charm of difficulties and occasional happiness, what is it to be made of greatness,if all the above could make you that, I have a list of people who care, whose wisdom is beyond my brick of imagination, whose sincerity is beyond my truth , those are there who looked after me like precious jewel, and a few more who gave up their happiness to create the gist of it in my life and make my life a dream come true.
Yet I decided to write about that one person whose age ,younger than mine, whose knowledge is still budding up and whose wisdom needs the presence of the wisdom tooth yet he is made of great, a person with a pure, powerful and unconditional love towards me, and that is my younger sibling, my brother, Brijesh.
If I did know him the way I do now, maybe my life would have been more meaningful for those were the years that was dealt with who-had-the-biggest-sweet, who-would-get-mom’s-attention-more ! All in all a perfect childhood but today when I turn the pages of history under the spell of the sands of time, I traveled through the phases that made him a person of greatness.So travel with me, to my childhood
We were young enough not to differentiate between the dark and evil, those were the days where we thought of darkness to evil spirits, an idea that was instilled in us from the gossips and movies and the sole idea of insecurity in the dark.
We shared the same room with all our toys steadily pushed under our beds, the monsters and ghosts were predominant!one day after a session with the ghost from a horror movie, we could barely close our eyes,it was then he mentioned
“Akka, don’t worry,I will look after if anything comes from the side I’m facing,though the window seems frightening enough, you face the blank wall, almost nothing comes out from there, but it does from the windows and under the bed,I’ll let you know if something happens from my view”
Though his sentences weren’t well framed the way I’m writing it, and it also had the fear laden within them along with pauses but he meant it, meant it from all his heart, this guy who was three years younger to me had the idea of protecting me ,I didn’t ponder about this much but I know I had slept peacefully after he said so.
I am the weaker sibling and my brother from the time I can remember used to tease me as the host to all the illness in the world.
Oh! He was naughty yet he cared
On one of the visits from the stronger section of the fever family, I had woken up in the middle of the gruesome night, curling up the feeling of nausea and profuse sweating, I had to throw out the dinner from last night, it was the heat that had reached my head and I was weak and exhausted, I didn’t want to disturb anyone but I badly needed my mom with me, aiding me, consoling me and putting me back to sleep
Right then he was there, like my mother, helping me from the bathroom floor, putting me to bed and started to tap my head to put me to sleep,like a father caring for his daughter, her stayed by my side till I dozzed off.
This was also when we shared the same room and I think I was in highschool and he was in fifth grade.
But the overwhelming truth is that he does the tapping me to sleep thing even today when I suffer rarely from illness and I feel blessed to have a brother who can be my mom and dad…I love him and I smile as I write this, he is indeed made of great for his age ,for the love and care that he shows in return to my ignorant behavior….
Yes it is true,I sleep like a log and I have never known that he would also be suffering when a small fever strikes, he never disturbs my sleep,he never has done that till today, never expects me to look after him, a brave soul made of great
This is more recent , I usually vent up all my frustrations through cries and sharing with my mom, an amazing lady that she is, gently smiles and consoles me with strong motivating words , but that span of continuous flow of tears in front of her to share my burden often ends up in lifting the burden away, it feels like a feather once it is shared
On one such incident, he deliberately pulled me to the garden and spoke
“Akka, don’t share everything like that with mom”
“helllo. she is my mom and how dare you sa not to share with my own mom” I glare back at him hissing my words
“No, share it but do hold those tears, why do you have to be a crybaby?” he never left his stand
“Oh come-on. that’s how I am! Don’t you know? I feel at peace only after I have cried the pain off” I didn’t like the interference
He pulled me near the window that had an access to the living area inside my house, at the far end of the sofa,my mom was wiping away her tears,I felt pain
“She does that every-time you cry, why don’t you understand that she can’t bear to see to wail like that, it hurts her, she is a mother, next time share it with her and cry in front of me if that is what makes you feel good’
His words jolted me out of my immature,selfish acts, I have never thought what my tears could actually do to a person, especially to my mom, that day I realized that one doesn’t need the years to have wisdom or be older to advice me
My respect for him grew and flourished , for I realized that I’m blessed with a best friend, my guide, my guardian all when I was born..Isn’t that called “Born lucky”…I wasn’t born with a silver spoon but with a golden fate to have him as my brother, a beautiful,brave, strong, wise soul as a present for this life…Isn’t he indeed made of great to have the concern, care and love for me ,his older, supposedly wise sister….
I can’t help but ponder over the things that drive him, was it my mom?Was it my dad? Or somewhere was it even me?
But then maybe, it’s just him from inside, the goodness, the positivity that he spreads, the goodness that harvests his heart,maybe he is just born that way, as one in a gazzilion time …
At the same time he taught me along the way,as a teacher….
To think for someone else rather to think of oneself
To give your everything to the people who matter for people remember your deeds not the expensive gifts
To share ,I’m not very good at that!
Over the years he has become even more great in my eyes…And at the end of the day,I’m grateful to have him in my life.
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