It's about my brother, actually not brother ...my twin brother. Honestly he is older than me for 2 minutes. I always hated that 2 minutes in my whole life ,because it is the first time I got separated from him. My mom always says that we have never cried when they first leave as alone with some strangers at nursery like other students and my elder brother..oh..I totally forget about him..yeah..we have an elder brother who is 3 years older than us and our first enemy 😡.We always used to make plans against him..but sooner or later ..we will get caught. But thats not a real problem for us..we have each others side. We are not only the real troublemakers here..My elder brother..He was born to be separate us by any risk. Always his main plan was whispering secret to him in front of me, and says that it's a boys things..and I am not allowed to know. So...here comes the real fight between us.
A couple of minutes later we make up it through a batter system..like exchanging my drawing books, his building blocks,my pencil, his pencil pen.....like things..😏.
We have our common friend Appu, our neighbor and he is 1 year younger than us..but we share same class. The actual reason he came between us was his pink three wheeled baby cycle. In our neighborhood only he had that one ..because his father was at Dubai..,and proudly HE IS OUR FRIEND..😏😉.We used to share that beloved vehicle among us ...only for us.
Because of our parents job transfer we shifted to our native place and heartbreakingly..😔 we said bye to Appu and his cycle.
Then....here comes some new terms to my world..join family, Appachan ( grandfather), Pappamma(grandmother),kochichans(uncles) kunjammas(aunties)...and a group of horrible troublemakers called 'COUSINS '. At that exact moment..I realize some unknown truths..that actually my parents have parents.. 😮..and siblings ..😯..and that each these siblings have annoying sons and daughters 😲😳. And..Now ..here comes our second terrifying separation..GIRLS👯‍♀️ Vs BOYS👯‍♂️... These gangs dominated over each other according to a score board make by one of our kunjamma...score depends upon various programs..discipline, finishing the lunch included all vegetable that are given by them🤢..self hygiene..etc..And the one won dominate a week by deciding which TV channel we should watch..games and sports for the week..😎.So..these gangs are real enemies 😡. Only these gangs make up with each other when the real villain comes ( villain- my father's 2nd brother - the one who makes our summer vacation as a military camp).
Actually we are lonely in our respected gangs. The only time and place we shared our sorrows and problems are at midnight under our bedsheets along with our elder brother's cooked up fantasy hero stories😥.





please forgive my mistakes 🙏