Today was one of those days when I was missing my brother the most... not a day goes by when Mom doesn't talk to him. It’s those routine before-bedtime calls that keep him connected to us. I don't talk to him daily and he mostly calls on Mom's phone,they talk, and I blabber in the background.
Those personalized phone calls only happen when I want something. It’s either a Zomato order or my after-mid-meal chocolate cravings or a random demand. He's my go-to wallet. Not that I can’t pay, but just because I have him why would I?
Why would I, until he's married? After that, things might change... I wouldn’t be the only princess he has to pamper, and I won't have his 100 percent attention.
Thinking about those older days, I just wish I had some more time to enjoy with him. We only got close when he went to college and then came back during COVID... that time really was the best. I got to know my bro could be my friend.
Although most times he'd be the one getting me in trouble, he surely saved me from so many situations.
We used to fight so much,I literally couldn't stay in the same room as him. But during NEET prep, he was the one who understood my mood swings.
Mom and Dad didn't know how to handle the hormonal teenager that I had become. They thought I was throwing fits and had become a batameez ladki for talking back and shouting at any little thing, but he always protected me—at least tried to understand what was going on.
After I'd fight with my parents, he'd come to console me and we'd order pizza secretly.
Arghhh I miss having him around so much.
He might be intelligent, dashing, and a little reserved around others, but he'll always be the Nepali-naakpichu for me.
I might not be the best sibling to him, who'd always call him with respect, but I know I'm his favorite and I always will be.
No matter how many new people come into our lives, I'll always be his personal stylist and someone he can come to for brutally honest reviews.
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