(Not So) Well done, The Fourth Attempt!

My brother was in town recently. We traveled across the city in a broken auto-rickshaw to reach 5 Spice for a late lunch but the damned place was closed. And as if that wasn’t enough, he held my hand on that crossing that nearly killed me, and casually remarked, “bahut hi bekaar blog hai..!” I pretended not to have heard. My mind was racing back to trace where the comment may have come from. An earlier conversation? An invitation to the fool to read my blog? Any context whatsoever? Nothing!

Younger brothers have a way to break things to you, not very different from the shameless way in which they break their twenty-third promise of getting you the famous rakhi gift or the mannerless way in which they abruptly say ‘Okay now Bye!’ when their more expensive phone gives a call waiting alert or the absolutely heartless way in which they fondly call you ‘Moti!’.

You fool, I wish you had stayed over for the weekend! Miss you!