He and I were always on loggerheads. He was two years younger to me but he called me by my name and none disapproved because he was a boy, an awaited son after four daughters and was apple of the eye of all family members. I say all family members because we lived with our extended family.
I was the fourth daughter of the family and a distress to whole family when I was born. People wanted a son to carry the name of the family.
I hardly cared what his importance was. We were born to fight with each other either physically or verbally abusing each other…best example of sibling rivalry where we both couldn’t stand each other nor we could sit separate with each other…from where the attraction came to be seated in the same room, God knows…it seems the Law of Magnetism worked perfectly with us,“Like Poles Repel & Unlike Poles Attract”
When we were in kindergartens, we verbally abused each other but as we grew, we clashed physically and in the run of hitting each other, often one of us hit hard and got injured.
My Mom and elder sisters were at wit’s end and they tried different remedies to settle our scores and be amicable with each other…but literally, we never paid heed to it.
We enjoyed knocking, hurting & abusing each other.
Years rolled by but there was no improvement in our relationships…improvement was in our fights…we discovered improved tools to tease each other…we started pinching each other with the needles of compass and hit each other by rulers and getting stubborn with the passage of time.
My elder sis could not control her fears and one day, she spanked us hard and asked both of us not to talk with each other. She took promises from us that we won’t talk with each other.
It was deliberately done to put an end to this unending fight. We were in our teens…family people hurled such abuses that we were worse than the guys of fish market…and really we were…we had learnt filthy and nasty remarks to ridicule each other…we both were competitors & complemented each other.
We stopped talking to each other but silent fight was on. He would hit me & I would pull his hair..but gradually with years, it came to a halt.
We got separated to pursue higher education and years after, we got married.
Gradually our interactions started over phone and after years of separation, I really missed him and recalling the childhood fancies, tears welled up and I missed him badly.
The separation brought us closer and our bond grew stronger and I could sense magic of warmth brewing in our relationship. Now, I feel that the bond was stronger in childhood too but the ways of expression was childish as sibling rivalry is, always ready to knock & attack each other either verbally or physically.
Now whenever we meet, we are quite amicable and understanding and now I find my kids at loggerheads, a bit refined in 21st century but more or less, they are the same as we were and when I am at my wit’s end, I recall my childhood days and refrain myself from scolding and a smile spreads recalling the glorious days of the past.
The gene of we two have sincerely passed into these four, two mine & two of my bro.
When my brother visits my place, I indulge in giving him a head massage with Parachute Advansed Hot Oil and don’t forget to pull his ears…he just smiles and says….”I miss those grand days of the past but the legacy is continued by our kids.”
And, we both laugh as how naughty we were.
Still examples of our fight is discussed in the family, our fights were so popular.
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