Punching Bag is something we all need in our lives to vent out. I too had one as a child in the form of my elder cousin brother who stayed with us. I really don’t know what was I venting out on him but I have troubled him to the core. I feel so sorry and guilty today for all the torture I gave him as his little sister. Even though he is my cousin brother by relation but for me he is my real elder brother. The person whom I would fight with endlessly on any and everything.
I understood his real value when he decided to move out of home and stay in the hostel. I missed him so much then. I would wait the whole week for him to join us for dinner once a week. I must have cursed myself so many times as I thought he moved to the hostel as I would fight with him. Little did I know then that it was just a life progression.
He is one person whom I have missed the most in my life. He holds a very special place in my life.
I still remember how I fought, cried when he was teaching me division in my third grade. He would prepare my Bournvita every evening before I returned from school at the accurate temperature and still I would complain to irritate him that its too hot or too cold. My writing skills improved as he would correct my essays and guide me to write them better. I know when he reads this he is going to send me a list of corrections that I would need to do in this post. How we fought for the space in the cupboard and how I would dump my clothes in his section and spoil his ironed clothes. Today my cupboards are organised because I learnt it from him. He has been always a source of inspiration for me to do good in my studies, to grow as a human being.
Bhau I love you and you mean a lot to me. I still have all the letters you wrote to me. I also have the first gift you gave me from your own earning on Rakshabandhan when you were doing your article-ship for CA. Though I don’t have the whole tiffin box, I have one small tiffin from the whole assembly. That’s my treasure of life.