Letter to my brother
If I’d write a few words about you, my brother, my hand would shake and thoughts would tremble. Images would erupt in mind before words would appear on paper. The merry, carefree images of childhood. The images of fun, laughter and of the various games that we had invented. And, of course, cricket. What a batsman you were! I still remember your stance and I must confess that sometimes, I try to copy that.
I also think about our common love for movies and music. I still listen to the artists you’d introduced me to and to the songs that I’d heard for the first time in your car. Sometimes, I like a song and wish I could share that with you. It’s easier today. But not easy enough.
It's been about a decade since you left, and a lot has changed. Quite often, after a tiring day at work, I ask God to give me another day with you where we would hang out, grab a beer, and discuss how life has changed since we were younger. Each phase of life gives us new topics to discuss. Many topics of this age are being left undiscussed. By the way, I must tell you before ending that I still bump into some people who see me and ask, “you are Siddhant’s brother, na?” I glow with pride when I reply, “I am”.