The Letter

I came into this world on January 13^th Saturday 1997. My parents celebrated my birth with full zeal and zest.  

It was 3^rd June 2000. I woke up and found a new baby sleeping in my cradle. I went up to daddy and I was told that my younger brother had come. 

Rohan was the only boy of my generation in my paternal side. Well before Rohan was born I was the youngest in my paternal side and all the love and care was given to me by my parents, grandparents and aunts and uncles.

Well I was still given a little bit of love, but when Rohan came in front of people, everybody forgot about me and started adoring him. I always use to feel neglected when Rohan was with me. I use to hit him bully him and that is how at the age of three I first time had a feeling of hatred for somebody and I grew up in an atmosphere where I was derelict  all the time and I got to know that how people do compare two individuals .

I was rushing for my school when I saw Rohan sleeping I the morning. I tried to wake him up and all because both of us were getting late for school, but then my mom saw me waking him and shouted at me “ Don’t wake him he’s not well.” Well generally sisters get worried if their younger siblings fall sick but in my case, I was always happy when anything happened to Rohan.  Mom and dad had always been cautions regarding Rohan’s health. I guess that’s why I use to fall sick frequently.

After dinner Rohan was feeling very down, I actually didn’t give a damn to his problem. Mom and dad took him to the hospital 

I was making my bed to sleep; I found a letter in my drawer 

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Aditi I know you really abhor me. But then it’s not my fault too that more attention is given to me and not to you. I always saw all my friends in school with their elder siblings coming up to them and giving them a kiss on their forehead and dropping them in their classes, when the school ended how they come and pick them from their class and then with such a loving attitude they lead them towards the buses and take them home. I won’t ask you much but just few questions which always rose in the past 13 years. Why did you always blame me for everything wrong in your life? Why you always made me the victim of all the erroneous things? Why didn’t you ever share your secrets with me like other sisters do? Why didn’t you help me in my adolescent period? I won’t expect much from you but rather just a bit of sisterly love and care. Please Aditi don’t hate me I’ve always loved you; I always wanted to share a typical sibling relation with you. But whenever I came in front of you just disregarded me and walked away. I really want your affection. It’s been 13 years since I came in your life but not even once you’ve hugged me and adored me. Please don’t be so harsh to me sis.

I LOVE YOU SISTER ♥ 
Yours Rohan :) 

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After reading that piece of paper I rushed to the hospital. I saw Rohan lying on the bed. Without wasting a single second I ran hugged my little angel. I first time saw his innocent eyes and saw the love he had for me deep inside.  We hugged each other tightly. At that moment I didn’t wanted anybody to separate me from my brother.  Rohan was all pale, so he slept on my lap that night in the hospital.

Seeing the condition of Rohan the doctor took my parents in his room, I mutely followed them and heard their conversation.  I heard, Rohan had swollen a piece of glass in his stomach, and there was no way he can be saved.

I recalled my previous day in school. Rohan was in 8^th grade and I was in 11^th. His class was on the first floor and mine was on the second. There was a spark in the tube light of my class the tube light had broken and small pieces of glass had spread all over, along with all my classmates I came out of my class. I saw Rohan in front of my class that day, but I didn’t pay attention and walked away with my friends. During the lunch break I saw Rohan’s lunch box in my bag. I ignored and thought by mistake mom had kept his box in my bag.

Though thinking about this incident didn’t make sense at that time when Rohan was fighting for life.  But somehow I could relate it with Rohan’s suffering

I returned from school, had my lunch and went to the hospital. I discussed the whole matter with him and asked whether he is related to all this. He told me  “Yes, I heard somebody saying that that there is a spark in class 11^th’s tube, so I rushed to your class to see if you were okay or not. I saw glass all over and even on your seat in and in your bag; I then exchanged your lunch box with mine. I ate that lunch and didn’t realize that there were bits of fallen glass in that food.”

I was in tears to know that Rohan saved my life; I thought that if he didn’t come upstairs to my class then I would be lying on the bed where my brother is right now.  That night I didn’t let him go anywhere I embraced him and slept. Just an hour after his breath stopped and he left me.

I had a brother and he was amazing, one in a million but I guess I didn’t realize it before. When he needed me the most I wasn’t there to guide him and support him. I was always mean and harsh to him, if he didn’t wrote that letter then I guess I would never get to know what he meant means to me. A letter given to me by Rohan changed my life forever.

The End…