For as long as I can remember, nobody at school except for my class knew I had a younger brother. We grew up fighting over Chinese checkers, and scrabble, why didn’t you take that catch idiot! dealing the +4 card at UNO, and how couldn’t you see it was a tree, in pictionary!.. The number of chess boards MJ has thrown away after our fights can make one big room of 64 squares. She would pull us apart somehow, and say, “chechi that corner, kutts the other and one more thing, you two are not talking ever again. got it” Poor little thing that he was, after this admonition he used to find little chits make balls and throw towards my end. When MJ caught it once, she caught us planning “Chechi we’ll talk when mummy sleeps” 😀 😀 Like chalk and cheese, he grew up to be the zen guy, and me into this crazy mishmash! During one of those days, when I happened to land at his place at 4 in the morning, I found him cooking. He was chopping at something very diligently, something was already brewing on simmer in one of the wok, there was a pressure cooker about to whistle, the rice cooker was letting out some steam.. He hands me a mug of coffee, a packet of my favourite jim jam biscuits and says, “oh that’s your lunch. Your ice cream is in the fridge btw if you feel like some now.” How could he have grown up. Ain’t I the elder one to care! “You’ll be too tired to cook anything when you finally wake up. And you grow grumpy when hungry!” he smiled! “If you feel up to it, cook some dinner, or else we’ll order something!”
He was born on an August Sunday in the middle of the Kerala Monsoons, three weeks early, putting all the plans to shame! I was ecstatic at being the sista.. the big sister.. his chechi.. although years down the chechi has shortened to che! and chi!.. this kiddo is the only one in the world who gives me the thrill of the word chechi..
it isn’t august and it is not his birthday today. The prompt came from R’mom post.