What It's Like To Have A Brother...

It's really nice and horrible to have a brother. At times they act like angels and do all the naughty stuff, and at other times they are the worst of rowdies.Well,my brother is really soft but very, very naughty. If I had an elder brother, I would have suffered a lot. He would have not let me to do any thing, like, my favourite clothing-he would not allow me to wear any thing I like. He would not allow me to watch TV. I'll feel like I'm in prison! I can't even dream about it!

It's great to have a brother like Abrie but, I also want a sister. Because of him I can't even sit patiently! He was born in Canada during a snowstorm, so, I think thats why he is like a storm! He jumps from one sofa to another like a monkey [when he is one!!], and is almost always uncontrolable. When he plays tennis, he thinks that the ball is attracted to him and he keeps on saying "Here we go again!". Abrie is also irritable sometimes, but I can control him somehow. I am glad Abrie is not my elder brother.

 At times he kicks me at night and puts the blame on me. When his table is neat and tidy my table will be like a trash truck drawn with all kinds of pictures and it takes hours to wipe them out. And most of the time my guess will be correct..... Abrie! If I even go towards his table he creates a very big uproar that our parents come to the room and see that its just Abrie screaming for no reason. Now, what would you do if you had a brother?

My thoughts and memories of my fairy Great Grand Mother

Elizabeth Pooti Ammai is very old. She is 93 years old and she is still active. Sometimes we put out the keyboard for her and she just starts playing a tune. She goes on walking around the house even when is told not to walk. Once, I remember that she came all the way from India to America to visit us! In America, we went to a bakery, one day, and while we were waiting I started playing with her arms. I also told her that her arm was like a swing because it was hanging like a swing and it was moving side to side as I pushed it. Another incident was when I came to India from America for a visit. I went to Pooti Ammai’s house to keep her company and I also fed her something. I don’t remember what it was, but I can think of only three things: Blueberries, Grapes and Raisins. After putting one in her mouth I had to caress her throat to help her swallow. 

Now, I am in Oman and I can visit India only twice a year. Anyway, every time I go to India I make sure I spend a lot of time with her. She does forget many people but she never forgets me, my brother and a few of my cousins. She has been the music teacher of my family for about 60 years starting with my Grandmother then my father, my aunts and now us!  And, I would also like to say that I am glad to have her as my Great Grand Mother.