Home Alone

This is small real accolade to the real person of my life…who keeps me going and has now gone away from me(physically) on the pursuit of his future career

Home Alone.......

At Home …Alone I was  chatting with my parents. Wondering How Alone ? with parents??? Yeap…My Brother was not there and that is what I meant  home Alone….

I had spent six years in the beginning of my life without my sibling and had never felt alone then. ( I never even knew the spelling of the word “alone” then …that’s a different story) . How is that just these six weeks has made a lot of difference. I do not know how in his seventeen years, he  has made a huge difference to me and my environment…..

Some reasons that I could concoct….

I , at this point have to “whole heartedly” accept that I am enjoying the “undiverted” attention of my parentsJ..but there seems to be lot of slips between the cup and the lip...:-(

Ok…ok….To my intelligent reasoning outs;-)

Simple and most practical grounds..He helps me and my parents with the household…

Cha..cha… I need to count ..How many times he has dropped me to busstand..how many times he helped me with records…so this is bad reasoning

But still I miss him…He is influential guy who makes his presence memorable and indispensable for glee..No way …How could that be …atleast in my case it is impossible…another worse reasoning;-)

I have grown up with him for seventeen full years and I cannot afford to miss him …thist just can’t be a logical interpretation ..I have been with my parents for more than that …and I know I wont miss them this badly…Sorry Mom and DadJ

Mhmm….then it must be the generation gap that has missed out things on their side and filled up excitement on his presence…Oops…I don’t have some counter-argument on this….:-(…Aha…I have got one…If you call it generation gap…there is some six years of chronological gap and lot more on thinking aspect.....between us too....:-)

Do I have anymore reason to enumerate…..Stop the nonsense talking

My God!!!I am confused ….who is doing the talking ….when Brain or My heart…..Let them keep fighting….

Let us try to conclude…..on has made him in this making of mine!!!! Nostalgic…

Who (What) is he to me …..

He has been

My Doll to play around with me ( not after when he started having his won ideasL)

My Savior when I need someone to fight for me against the world and pamper me.. 

                 nothing much …..i meant to save me from my parents;-)

My Boy friend who drops me (only when he has some work nearby..or when he wants

                        something to be done;-) ) and give me backseat super rides in bike…..

My Child When I have felt desolate and have to find meaning to live around…..

My Enemy ….

My Worst critic…My Best complimentor….

and what not ….. the list is long ….

What more does a girl need in life… 

P.S: It is after he left for his hostels, I have started posting blogs. That doesnot mean I had advantage of blurting out these kinds of stories to him…..He , his smile , his very presence must have had some difference….and I can feel it all around nowadays…..