Pure Love

And I'm continuously checking the gate of my house through my room's window, sitting in a chair with a book in a hand. That dark black eyes of mine staring at the gate without even blinking. The cold thin wind kisses to my face gently and the little brown hairs are flaunting in the air, they are shining under the moonlight. Suddenly I listen to the tone of the message of my phone. I stand up from my chair and going towards the bed where my phone is placed. 

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE DON'T GOING ANYWHERE I'LL BE THERE IN 15 MINUTES." I read the message with a beautiful smile and realize, it is already 12 at night.

After attending friend's and relative's calls, birthday messages, posts on social media, I turn off the screen and keep the phone aside, while I listen to some dread sound near my window. I walk towards the window and see a big shadow behind it. I am not afraid because this shadow is known to me. One six feet tall guy with a small bag hanging on a shoulder and a water bottle in a hand. He is full of sweat. 

"How many days will you do this?" I ask him.

He smiles and doesn't say anything. He put a bag on a table near the chair, switch on the fan and lay down on the bed.

"You know, Dad will not allow this. If he will get to know that every single night you are coming home from my window, then he will kill both of us." I tell him.

He stands up, washes his face. I put his bag in a cupboard and standing near the chair. He comes to me, holds my hands and says,

"I don't care about that because I know you are always there for me and you are not doing anything that hurt me."

"You was there when dad and I had a conversation on this topic that you always want to become a great dancer, you have your dance crew with whom you are practicing till 1 am and come home after that. but you also know that he disagrees with your decision. And I will save you until I am here, but what will you do after I leave?" I ask.

"I won't let you go anywhere. You will have to be here every day. Can we stop this discussion right now? Darling its your birthday!!! Let's celebrate together." He carries out two Maggi packets from his bag. 

"Surpriseeee!!!!! This is your gift. Do you like it?"

He asks me.

"I love this dumbo. But I will eat both the packets, will not give you a single bite." I reply.

"You foodie monster... I hate you!!" He says with a little anger.

"That is we are brother... We both are foodies... "

"Yes... Love you behna. Now go and make this... I am very hungry." He kisses my forehead and I go to the kitchen and make Maggi for both of us.

P.S.:- A brother-sister relationship is the most endearing relationship ever in which there is a lot of love, care and fun too.