Taarey SS: The Unspoken
Chapter 1: My BHAI.
I stood at the window, admiring my plants, a cool breeze blew , it made my hair fly.
My hair, a smile appears on my face as I remember him, he called it 'a cascade of brown'
How I miss him, his dark brown eyes, his anger, his mischief, his smirk and above all his LOVE for me.
He loved me always , though he had a tough time admitting it and equally tough hiding it.
I wonder if I truly deserve the love he had for me.
He is a great human being, and I , well, I don't know, if I am a human anymore.
While I am lost in his thoughts, I hear a knock at my bedroom door.I open it to find my brother standing there forcing a smile on his face, but his grief was clearly visible through his eyes.
'EYES', just a four-letter word and the presence of only two on our face depict so much, our sorrow, our pain, anger, happiness, guilt and all our emotions.
They are the true speakers, they never deceive , and when eye communicate with each other, they share their true feelings, without any false cover.
My brother's eyes had failed to deceive mine, I think he also understood that, and broke the eye contact, turned sideways and back with a wider smile , but this time , he didn't let his eyes meet mine.
"This is for you." saying so, he handed me a parcel wrapped in purple.
I smile, he always knows my favourite.
"May I come in?" he asks, I was shocked at his formality, but let him in anyway.
He looks around and a tear escapes those wonderful eyes, he wipes it away thinking that I didn't notice it.
He sits on my bed and gestures me to sit beside him.I obey.
"You didn't open it?"he asks looking at the parcel.I look at the gift in my hands, I had forgotten about it, I was busy taking in the last of my brothers memories.
"Yes , I'll open it." I say hastily and then open the gift carefully, it was a painting of bhai and me, which I knew he had painted, he had also framed it neatly in a purple star-studded frame.
"Bhai."I say tearfully and look up at him, he swung his arms around me, and embraced me in his warm , brotherly hug.
He kissed on my forehead, "Take Care." He said, and left leaving a sigh.
I knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from crying anymore. He was always a calm person but when it came to family, he was emotional, very emotional.
He tried stopping me, he doesn't know the reason why I am going, but yet, he let me go, like any other true well-wisher would.
I know, that now, he will be flooded with emotions and weep silently on his pillow, trying to control himself from stopping me.
A fresh set of tears rolls down my cheeks at this thought.
I immediately look down at the painting. It is a reminder of my beloved brother, who loves me the most. It is also a reminder of the best time of my life, which will never come again, the happiness has gone from my life, I am alone now, I have to walk down the dreaded path, so that the people around me don't go through the same as I.
I pack the frame in my rucksack, in which I have kept all the essential things for my journey, this painting will give me courage and determination to fight, when I feel low.
I hear a disturbance near the window and turn to see the last person I would want to meet, landed successfully in my bedroom.
Udne Ki Aasha
Kumkum Bhagya
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