June Bhai is old now. But Dylan (my 3.5yr old son) is older than him. My sister Itrat, explained this well, "All kids grow up, but Juney remains the baby of the house." Dylan has grown past his curious questions of wondering when Junnu would start talking. He adores Junnu Mammu the way he is. June and Dylan love each other. I'm hoping to start writing about my son and my brother's special relationship, here.
Let me admit, I have written and deleted similar posts many times in the past. It's about the truth we mask with love to protect our brother. Last night when my elder brother Arshad was reversing his car to drop me to my place, he pointed out a group of young boys sitting under his apartment window. He said that when he was placing the new curtains, he saw these boys along with a couple of girls, (who live in the same building) point up at him. They were discussing if he was the "mad guy" or not. They were talking about June. It didn't bother them, that Chiggu bhai (Arshad) was looking at them or could hear them. Neither my brother nor I were shocked by this incident. Every time, people behave like this, regarding June Bhai, it just leaves us stoic. The coldness with which people say such things, transcends to us as coldly as it were meant. Mostly. But sometimes we break. Why are people so scared of what they don’t understand? My brother’s
Thank you for reading and sharing my last post. Hope it can make a tiny difference somewhere! Here's a HAPPY Post with photos of my Techno friendly brother! :) Busy exploring the Tabla Ap on Mummy's Tablet. In fact he's great on it Uno! And look who won! Favorite toy!