I seriously don’t
know where to start from because I have many things to talk about. Okay I’ll
start writing with this…
Sola saal phele (just wanted to add some drama
to the article:-P) a very cute looking, always smiling innocent baby was
introduced to me. I didn’t know how to react on seeing someone so delicate and
the first thing I did was pulling him out from mumma’s hands for which I got
screamed at and was warned to be careful. I was being watched over everytime I
wanted to even take a look at you or try talking to you, which I hated
the most. Finally when I had learnt how to be your elder sister and take care
of you, was when we were left with ourselves to do what we wanted to do.
To tell you honestly, at the beginning I
hated the attention you would get from everybody in the house and I had
become their second preference and then I would sit and crib about it and yell
at everyone (basically do fultoo drama) to get the attention. I was used to
everyone’s attention for 7 years and then you took over, receiving that special
treatment. You know sometimes to get mom’s attention I would pinch you real
hard till you cry and then act like I am trying to pamper you and being the
nice elder sister ;-). Sorry for that baby. Slowly slowly I had realised that you
are really young and need to be taken care of. Although then I didn’t act like
I was looking after you, I genuinely did. (Chal ab say thank you :-*)
You being around has always filled me with
positivity and happiness and every time I carried you, you looked at me with
love in your eyes and a smile on your face making me feel so special and nice.
As days quickly passed by, you were able to walk and talk and baap re!,
you were really a naughty kid. Throwing things was you favourite pastime and everytime
you threw something you would burst into splits of laughter. (Half of my
childhood has gone in picking up things you threw and giving them back to you
so that it could be thrown again !! Hmpf!!!) But those were real fun
times that we spent together. Thankyou for that. :)
The time has now changed as that cute little
baby boy who could fit into my lap has grown up to be a handsome boy who is now
capable of handling everything all by himself. That little kid who would love
to be carried around, today can carry me and god I just can’t think of doing
that at all. I knew that Mahir had grown tall but it was a shocker when I was
combing my hair in front of the mirror one day and he came and stood in front
of me covering me from all sides. “Wow I'm really short "was the
thought that appeared in my head to which Mahir actually replied “Nahi
Didi you are not short - I have become tall.”. Anyway I have crazy amount of
stuff to write which is a never ending story but I have to end this write
up. So in the end all I am going to say is…
“Mahir baby
irrespective of how tall you grown or how old you become you will always be my
special baby brother. The bond that we share has gotten strong and deeper with
time and it’ll remain just the way it has been forever. You have been, you are
and you always will be my priority in life.”
"Baby I wish you all the happiness in the
world and may your dreams come true… Lots and lots of love, hugs and kisses :-*
