Brother dear,

Smartly dressed in Levis, he grabs the Scooter’s key and leaves. Standing by the door, I realize time seems to be moving faster than imagined. I vividly remember the times when we would argue over whose turn it was to use the computer, or who gets to sleep near Amma.

As I write this down, memories stir my emotions. Kuttus, you have painted my childhood so colorful that I would stay there forever if given a choice.

Worst enemy and best friend all in one neat package.

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