It’s Never Too Late

Dawn broke with roar of the sky.. Mild rain with the complimentary rainbow made it a perfect start for the day..  Ashmitha lazily grumbled beneath her bedsheet.. It was a Saturday,  that gifted her few extra hours of sleep..  It was bliss to sleep for long hours, immediately after a week filled with model exams..  Being a tenth grader life tested her with lot of tests… Periodically calling her, was her mom asking her to get ready for the celebration..  Words never reached her ears.. It was the sixth or seventh time they actually manged to reach her ears and made sense..  She sprung out of the bed and ran to the room next door insearch of Archith,  but he wasn’t at sight..  She searched in and around,  when her mother said he left to play-ground early in the morning….

A slight fall in her enthusiasm,  but it never broke completely… She was roaming about in her pyjamas,  trying to catch Archith on phone…  After almost an hour,  he replied, I’ll reach home for lunch’..  The text made it all.  She jumped around preparing things for the pooja.. She dressed to look at her best, in a beautiful baby pink salwar, gifted by Archith the previous year on same occasion… She wore elegant accessories that made her look simply pretty..  She waited with her eyes transfixed at the door…

Archith was from grade 12.. A smart looking adolescent almost the height of Ashmitha,  with few extra pounds built of his regular gym practice… He was a football player,  winning matches in school and at district levels.. He was a boy of charm and had many friends and fans…  Being a below average student at studies made his parents worried.. Whatever he was and is,  he was always Ashmitha’s best friend…  First friend indeed…

Clock stuck 1pm… 

Ashmitha went around checking all the arrangements, as she expected Archith to come anytime now…

Clock struck 3pm…

Her patience lost to her hunger..  She tried calling Archith to check where he was,  but ended up hearing the caller tone alone.. She wandered around the entrance with mobile in her hand…

Clock struck 4pm..
She banged the entrance door hard behind her and walks straight to the dinning table for lunch..  The table was filled with vessels of various dimensions holding colourful dishes..  She wasn’t interested in trying any of them..  She settled with two pieces of roti and bindi gravy..  No sweets,  no desserts..  She was done in ten minutes and back to the entrance…

It was 5pm…

The celebration at home was in full swing with arrival of her uncles and cousins… She welcomed them all at the gate and stood at the corridor, ears hearing to the happy chats from inside and eyes fixed at the pathway viewing the parking…

At 7pm…

Her mom started calling her to aid in dinner preparation.. She was transfixed… 

An hour and half passes.. 8.30pm….
Her uncles and cousins were starting back to their home… They speak to her and have fun for almost an hour at the portico and parking…

Finally there was a wave of bye from them..  It was 9.40pm

Ashmitha no longer had patience..  She rushes to her room…  Changes to her pyjamas and settles with TV remote..
It was almost 11 when Ashmitha,  washed her dinner plate and was staring at the mirror with a vague confusion whether to wait for Archith and scold him or to move to bed… The bell rang instantly in response to her thoughts… Her mother called out,  ‘Arey Ashmi, Archith to aa gaya’ (Archith has come)… Yes,  finally Archith was there…

Archith calls out, ‘Hey choti, where are you’.. His voice melts her..  She flies to the entrance,  hugs him, hits him on his arms and says, ‘Waiting since morning,  where were you??  Why dint you come for lunch’.. He pats her and hands over a gift package to her…  She is about to open it,  he stops, ‘Pehlae tho meri rakhi’…  She rushes to get the thali and performs the ritual and ties the bond of love in his hand…  The whole days waiting, disappointment and anger all disappears in that single moment when she ties the rakhi on her brother’s hand with smile and tears…

Among all people we meet and all relationships we come across, brother sister bond stands out with its own significant love..  A brother becomes our first friend in early ages..  Our hero at adolescence, an inspirer for career, guide throughout our life… 

Hey,  come let’s see what was the gift..

Here Ashmitha opens the gift wrapper and finds an ipod..  Yes it’s the same ipod she had been asking her dad since her last birthday..  She whistles and jumps in joy..  Their mother asks him how did he manage to get money for it..  He explains on how he started saving his pocket money and about his part time jobs and how he spent the whole day working at a service centre to earn the last few bucks to buy the pouch for the ipod…. Ashmitha hugs him tight with tears of love,  as their mother watches them with pride and joy…

With Love,
Ankitha

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