The night you were born was unremarkable – a night like any other I suppose inasmuch as two nights are alike. I was asleep at Ghatkopar and although your arrival was eagerly awaited I had only a vague notion of ‘when’. I was only 12 after all and such things as babies belonged in another universe.
I remember Tai waking me up to tell me I had a sibling as clearly as if it were yesterday. She said I had a sister and in the dark I couldn’t see her twinkling eyes and her soft smile. She knew I had my heart set on a brother and nothing else would do! I remember rubbing sleepy eyes and saying that was impossible! It must be a brother, she must be mistaken! I remember her gentle laughter as she agreed, saying yes indeed she must be in the face of such confidence, and it was! It was you – come to turn my life upside down and my heart inside out with your own unique brand of love, friendship and compassion.
In those early years, at times I loved you so intensely it hurt and at others I was indifferent to your very existence, too wrapped up in my own adolescence, stormy as it was! But you know that already – you were there after all and bore the brunt of my temper often enough. I could apologise I suppose but there wouldn’t be much point now would there and besides, you know how much I hate saying Sorry 😉
And so the years passed and with them came the trials and triumphs unique to every life’s rhythm. We persevered and overcame while drawing heavily on your seemingly limitless stores of courage and patience in the face of Herculean odds. How did you do it? It was a mystery to me then and remains one today. Your gentle heroism is what I hold within my soul. It is what allows me to breathe on days when all I want is to curl up and die. It is what keeps me smiling while my heart breaks. It is what renews faith and brings me hope when all seems lost. You are the Light at the end of my tunnel. Always were. Always will be.
Another night 4 years ago. Another phone call. And again Life turned upside down, heart turned inside out. Gut-wrenching grief and a paralysing helplessness. An unwillingness to live and laugh in a world that no longer had you in it. And You – as always, my beacon. Willing me to breathe, to persevere, to live. Sending me a little boy to bring me back to the land of the living. A beautiful piece of you that clutched my finger and my heart with that same ferocious devotion that once was uniquely ours. My very own miracle. How did you do it? A beautiful mystery 🙂
And so I smile and open my heart again to the vagaries of unconditional love. I try hard to be more like you were – gentle, compassionate, patient. More often than not I fall flat on my face, but at least now, I stand up and try again. You gave me that along with everything else. I read these words and truth be told – there are no words to say what you are to me, how much I miss you and how much I love you. No words. But that’s alright, coz I know and you know. And that is all that matters.
33 years to the day – and nothing’s changed. It’s still you – holding my heart in yours, killing me softly with your song. Always is. Always will be.
I ❤ You, B.
13 thoughts on “To the boy who lives…”
So much pain so much hurt, I salute you dear friend. As what you have written is also true for living brothers also. We sisters are so different, but not all of us are so lucky to have that love returned. I know that pain, especially whe you cannot help as much you want to. Again the hurt, pain goes on.I know understand everything is in God’s hand, everything happens according to his wishes, 200 %, so lets go on , this journey has made me cry, laugh, —- but you Harsha give me hope and let me take this one more chance to live.
Thank you Shobha ❤️ My brother was an exceptional guy…I consider myself very very lucky and honoured to have loved him and to have been loved by him.
*hugs* dear Harsha.
❤️ u M
Cannot express how much I feel for you…Tight hugs ..Usha
Love you Usha ❤️
Thank you ❤️
Harsha! Your words never cease to amaze me, I know how lucky you were to have him in your life. He was equally blessed too to have world’s best sister & parents too!
Lots of love & hugs
Alka…tight hugs ❤️ I know you feel the same for Aunty and I also know you were the best daughter to her.
My words fail me. I have nothing adequate to say. You are blessed to have shared such a special love with your brother, and he with you. Many hugs, H.
Thank you Heather ❤️ Hugs and much love to you. Birthdays are hard…
Feel your pain, Harsha. We are but only transiting through this universe. Seek comfort in the fact that we will be united with our loved ones in Gods eternal abode. Xx