She was feeling very perfect in
his arms. His guidance, his naughtiness, his love and care, was all that she
wanted. Never did she try to explore, what was beyond this care, in this world.
That is the power of brother love. His foot prints carried hers, all the way
she walked. There seemed to be only good moments. Stepping in her room, she
could feel his presence. A fortnight back, they were talking. Laughing at each
other. He was teasing her culinary skills. She was kidding him back. He taught
her how to make a home. He taught her how to cook with the ingredients called
love and care. He taught her how to be honest to the people. She remembered
everything slowly. Everything was running like a movie, at the back of her
head. Just being with him, made her feel better. A hug – a hello – a smile or
even his traditional way of calling her “lusu”. She realized, after a long
time, there never seemed to be enough time to spend with him in the earlier
days. All the places where she enjoyed in her solitude came to her mind. She felt
guilty of it. But nothing could be rewritten now. She felt the need to put her
feet down and stand sturdy. She realized, she should battle her life alone. She
geared up, for the strife. And, there, she becomes a strong and sterile girl. Right
above her , he smiles and kisses her cheek with a rain.
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