A little note...

Brother,

A year has gone by since you bade us your final “good bye”. You are gone but never has there been a day when you haven’t been fondly thought of. You weren’t family….you were a part of me and my life. 

I miss our fun moments, our games, the long walks, the plans that we used to make, those wishful thinkings...."someday", the evening tea, the cooking in the hostel, cycling around, laughing our heads off over silly things….Damn it! Brother, I miss our togetherness….

It had been raining the last few days.

I have discovered that a walk in the rain is cathartic. It washes away the grime, and soothes the ache. It lifts the spirits.

It also hides the tears.

Love

Bhaiya