Dear Brother…

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A letter to someone who happens to be my brother. I hope he reads this and understands what I am trying to say. And to the others who might chance upon this, you might want to read it. It might apply to you too, in some way or the other.

I know that a spoken word is far stronger than the written word. But I’m not sure how reaching my spoken word is. Hence this written piece. There are certain things which I am expected to do and I can do them well to a fair extent. [As for those which I can't do so well, discussing them is out of the scope of this post. ]There are certain other things which I like/love to do. We all know that if we love to do something and we put our heart and souls into it, we do a great job. And I am no exception to this I suppose. Lastly there are some things which I love to do, but no matter how much effort I put in, I just can’t do it.

My inability maybe due to social restrictions, or circumstances or sheer dumb luck. I’m sure of all the three the third one plays a substantial role in preventing me from doing such things. For example, I love cricket. But all I can do is sit at home, watch the game on tv and comment. I can never really get out there and play.

You might ask me why am I telling you all this. The things which fall under the 3rd category really upset me to an extent. I don’t really take it to heart. But at the back of my mind the inability to do something I really love keeps nagging.

It gives me indescribable bliss when someone close to me as you are does such things with great ease, perfection and elan. I get ecstatic when I get to watch you doing such things and I beam with pride when people praise you for your endeavor.

So where’s the glitch you may ask. You may even say you still don’t understand the purpose of this letter. The point is that you may not really enjoy doing such things. You might even be bored of doing it over and over again or probably you might have even attained enlightenment and decided that such mortal pleasures no longer hold any value to you. What I ask of you is to keep up the good work and keep doing such things. Very few of us are blessed to do special things and when you are one, you shouldn’t let go of the endowment. And if not for your sake, atleast for the sake of this sister of yours who is so proud to have a brother like you.

So bro.. will you do it for me? Not just once or twice but forever and ever. I ain’t asking you cliched stuff like protect me till death do us apart. What I ask of you is something well within your reach and abilities and as I mentioned before, its one of the precious gifts you’ve been blessed with.

Bro, if you are reading this, I’m sure you’d understand what am I talking about.

I hope it is not too much to ask for! May you always be like this!

Cheers

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