It's 19th November' 2014 and you turned 18.
No, actually its we who turned 18.
I was 3 when you intruded into my life. Those big eyes, those little hands ,they promised me, that they will love me unconditionally and you made it.
With every sunset, I become more obsessed to you, in the world of millions where no one does good to anyone.
Time just flew,flew completing your assignments , scolding you and fighting with you and then protecting you from ma.
Here in hostel, I miss you even when I eat those blue magic masala lays, you know there is no one to fight with me for last two chips of the packet. I miss it badly man..for me chips lost their magic!!
These years of togetherness, love,care..vaooww they are just so beautiful.
I know I am your elder, but I never acted like one,sorry for that and sorry for making you stand in queue of latecomers every day outside the school.
But I love it when you guide me, make me understand the things,you protect me and to support me, you just sit next to me when i make paintings.
You understand my silence, you understand my thoughts and still you love me.
Thank you bhai..!!
P.S- Its your goodbye hugs that make me spend so many days without you. And I love you ishi...i noe you hate this name of yours..:p,but then its not about you, its about us.
No, actually its we who turned 18.
I was 3 when you intruded into my life. Those big eyes, those little hands ,they promised me, that they will love me unconditionally and you made it.
With every sunset, I become more obsessed to you, in the world of millions where no one does good to anyone.
Time just flew,flew completing your assignments , scolding you and fighting with you and then protecting you from ma.
Here in hostel, I miss you even when I eat those blue magic masala lays, you know there is no one to fight with me for last two chips of the packet. I miss it badly man..for me chips lost their magic!!
I know I am your elder, but I never acted like one,sorry for that and sorry for making you stand in queue of latecomers every day outside the school.
But I love it when you guide me, make me understand the things,you protect me and to support me, you just sit next to me when i make paintings.
You understand my silence, you understand my thoughts and still you love me.
Thank you bhai..!!
P.S- Its your goodbye hugs that make me spend so many days without you. And I love you ishi...i noe you hate this name of yours..:p,but then its not about you, its about us.
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