Today is quiet windy unlike other days. Sahil bhaiya is taking forever to return. Why does Ma keep telling that he wouldn’t?
His tea is getting cold. How proud he would feel when I would tell him that I made the tea today!
I marked last Monday on my calendar to when he would be on his way to Delhi. But I see that it’s been half the expected time.
They say he has passed on to some better place up in the clouds. What can be better than living on one’s own motherland? I understand that being a soldier at the borders takes a lot of hard work and time, but I only heard from him yesterday! He said he’d be packing his bags after one last round at the border. He even promised me a kitchen set, but now all I long for is my elder brother. He is always true to his words. But is him not coming, a broken promise?
Well diary, you’ll have to wait. Let me check if he’s home yet…
P.S I’m 14 now, though.