She started helping mom serve the food. damn...didnt i always do it...?? who is she? she picked up my plate and served the food on it. placed it back infront of me and smiled. And then i understood....it was me...just an older version...as if my elder sister...loving me, caring for me.
and that was my dream...the one i saw this morning. strange...how something we long for...the thoughts that we push to our subconscious gets transformed into our dreams.
Am an only child and i've always longed for a sibling. Always.The feeling of always having someone to fall back upon...the feeling of being protected...of having someone to stand in when mom n dad are not around...
I have always longed for an older sibling. but a younger one would have also been good enough...but alas i have none.
Its a special bond..very special. A bond that can hardly be explained in words. What i felt in my dream today...i'd never felt that before...not for the thousands of cousins i have...not even for my nearest n dearest cousins. What i felt was a strange warmth...
Two brothers...hand in hand. A promise of togetherness...of closeness...of concern... Its a strength...its a love so very pure...
its a feeling so very dear...
its a bond...
its brotherhood.
Those fights and squabbles...those kicks and punches...its all love...a strange love. default type...unconditional...
"Brother, if you get lost in the crowd....and never want to be found...I promise to lose myself with you...i'll never leave your side. You will never be alone. Come...lets explore this world together..."