Blue, Fluffy Pillowcase & Me/Myself/I
Since as long as I have known a “me”, I have known “him”…
My earliest memory is of being carried - over my father’s shoulder to a house. I was half asleep but I remember staring at the corridor tiles, as my dad walked swiftly and knocked on the door.
My next memory is of pressing my nose against the glass door of this huge building and watching Maaee (my Mom) and Pa (my Dad) walking towards me. Pa’s face was a dark beetroot red, which meant that he was very excited and Maaee seemed to be carrying what looked like a blue, fluffy pillowcase.
That was him.
Asim.
Asim is my younger brother. He is exactly three years, six months and three days less, younger than me. He is my first memory. If you’re wondering why I’m going all oo-aa-oo about my brother, I thought it was an appropriate time to introduce his character to the blog. After all, he turned 21 five days back. The blue, fluffy, pillowcase turned 21.
Was I in denial?
Maybe.
Does that make me old?
No comment.
Asim and my story goes a long 21 years back, and we’ve had our share of ups and downs. There have been days when I wanted my friend (who didn’t have a brother) to adopt him. There have been days when we’ve fought so much, that by bedtime, we would both have blue patches and swollen cut lips reminding us how painful the day had been. There have been days when we’ve covered up for each other - not out of love, God forbid - but for monetary gain (wink, wink). We used to cry at each others birthdays - again, not out of love - but after taking a look at the growing pile of gifts the other was getting, we’ve even stooped low and begged for an extra gift. Oh and then my favorite - there were times when Asim and I would be getting our doze (doze = beating/spanking) from our parents and we’d look at each other and just start laughing and our parents would get so mad, we’d get more “doze”. (Still cracks me up!)
We’ve pretty much done it all.
I know Asim inside out and I think he can pretty much say the same about me too. Unlike our parents we’re not blinded by love and therefore know exactly how evil the other is. I would like to say Asim has benefited from my vast three and a half years extra experience in this world. It has shaped his character and made him the person he is today. Evil and more evil. Though I wish he wouldn’t eat so much, I am glad he came by. I would never want my constructive criticism and vast knowledge of all things worldly to go to waste. At the end of the day, he is my only baby brother after all.
So if you were to ask me today,
Would I still want my friend to adopt Asim?
The answer will still be a resounding YES.
Would I want to have an earlier memory without the blue, fluffy, pillowcase?
Never. EVER.
Happy Birthday Sim!
I love you *evil laugh* (read: you’re stuck with me foreveerrrrr….[fades out])
Tell me,
Do you have siblings?
Do you “love” them or “love love” them?
And hey, whats your earliest memory?
Hope you all had an awesome weekend with lots of sleep,
Till next week,
Be Good,
xoxo
A
