The first friend and enemy is always our sibling. We all share a love- hate relationship with them where love obviously supersedes the hate.
I have a younger brother, sometimes I really wonder if he is the elder one. I don’t remember much of our childhood but still have some good memories, some memories which have gone and lots more to come. As a child, he was cute, naughty and energetic. Going together to school was the best time we had. WWF still means fighting with him for remote, we have fought like that in every nook and corner of the house. We have broken multiple remotes and hidden a lot of things in the sofa.
- Being elder I only remember once when I held his hands and shouted at him, till date its the reverse. I shout but there is no use of it. We have fought for remote…
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