How unbelievably retro we look.
I can't believe that that curly haired creature I used to drag around, pretending he was one of my dolls, grew into THIS good looking young man. Amidst all the drunken revelry of the past two days, I found myself frequently misting over with love for my baby brother.
Our families have been inseparable from the time Ma helped a shy young man from Ranchi elope with the love of his life. A few years later, this Brat in the picture was born and I fell head over heels in love with my new toy. Then Brat no. 2 came along, and Original Brat and I went psychotic with excitement. The three of us tortured, entertained, abused and comforted each other to a point where the lack of blood ties ceased to matter. We were family, no matter what anyone said.
It's true that real bonds, the kind that last for the rest of your life, are formed in the inner vaults of your being. They have little to do with facts and labels. They grow stronger with time, and sometimes even with distance.
When it was just Ma and I, the Nairs opened up their hearts and their home to us and never let us feel like we were on our own. Chacha and Chachi are always around to listen to nervous whining, offer advice and to just pamper.
The Brats and I, if it were possible, have only grown closer with the sharing of new secrets - of heartbreaks and clandestine smoking, failures, regrets and the vanquishing of our demons.
May this season of festivity bring joy to you and all those you consider your own.
8 comments:
so you had a nice night after all :)
look for me? i'm inseparably linked to you
saree.... yummy :)
nice post. You two do look like you could be from any of the last few decades! It's the shady sepia tint, though :)
This made me smile. Joyous, thanks for the holiday cheer.
Aw, come back, we missssessss yew.
we dinnae mean yew to frug dwn south so be ...there.
(wots-da-emoticon-for-shrug-now?)
uhm. yes....
in any case,
open up the window to cyber-space, and stick your head into this blog and what is the cry you shall hear?
[Clue: Post already! For christmas is pass'd and the collective wraths boil (of the readers, ie) {or perhaps their broths broil or wreaths brawl or...}]
abbe yaar...then help me haul my machine to supercomputerman na.
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