It is that
time of the year again. The world dresses up to usher in another new year, the
forced festivities that seem to be de rigour and suddenly there are happy
people everywhere. It is at this time that she feels most alone. It is not that
she is against anything, but all this cheerfulness makes her acutely aware of
that one person she doesn’t have in her life anymore. With whom she would want
to share the merriment with. Her earliest memories with her brother and how
they always found their own things to do to celebrate – going for the midnight
mass despite not being Christian, walking around Park Street watching the crowd,
baking cakes to give away, decorating their tree, feeding the hungry strays and
helping out in the orphanage. It was always his generous spirit that infected
her wholly - his welcoming smile, his disregard for the riches, his sincere
belief in world peace, his brilliant mind, his ability to always find someone
to help, his melodious voice and his ease in mingling with people from all
walks of life. She always had looked at his selflessness in wonderment and urged
herself to keep up. They were always more than siblings. They were twin souls separated
by a few years at birth. Therefore, it is during this season of cheer that she
missed him the most.
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