His visit to India after years, took me to a trip down the memory lane. My childhood memory flashed before my eyes and I revisited that place where some old familiar voices kept longing to be heard, and today they echoed from the back of my mind... I shrank from within for not visiting the beautiful place that belonged to me...and how I swept by the tide of time and got entangled in my own cobwebs that gathered around me in my pursuit of becoming a successful person.
I still remember that summer evening, birds chirping outside and a gloomy silence inside filled my room. Suddenly the silence broke, a five year old child, came running with tears in her eyes,"I have my fancy dress competition tomorrow, and I will be the only princess with no crown! Can you help? Pleeease!!"
"I have my pastel colors and drawing sheet and also glitters with me.", I added wiping my tears.
A voice came from the other end of the room, "Alll..right! leave your stuff on my table. Let's talk tomorrow."
That night, I couldn't sleep properly from anxiety, that event is very important to me and Kavita Mam clearly said that princess has a crown. Vivid disturbing thoughts were crossing my mind. God! Please help..! By no means, I am going to attend my competition without my crown. Noo...way!! Those thoughts kept me up.
Next morning, as soon as I opened my eyes, I anxiously ran into his room. Oh! noo..! he was sleeping!!
I slowly moved to his table and found his thick books that were strictly prohibited to be touched by children were lying on his table half-opened. But, my colors and sheets...where are they? I tried shifting those books. "Phew!! why are they so heavy! they are just books". I searched for my colors keeping an eye at him to make sure he doesn't catch me touching his books, then I took a step back and tiptoed to the door.
I said to myself, "Perhaps, it was a foolish thing for him to do that or maybe I was foolish to think! How does that matter, you're not a princess, anyway!" with a deep sigh of disappointment, I said to myself, as I collected my color box as soon as I found them lying behind those overweight books.
I turned back once again to see if he was awake by now. He was still asleep. And suddenly, my gaze fell upon something in golden.. wait..what is that? My jaw dropped in surprise and eyes filled with joy, I blinked my eyes a time or two to clear my vision ...a crown? Oh! Lord! Yes, it was a beautiful handmade crown, lying next to his table fan, decorated with glitters!! It was indeed the most wonderful crown, even more beautiful than those I've seen in those disney cartoons. Awww..he really did that!! He made me a crown! I was so awestruck!
On my way to school, I kept smiling. It wasn't about the competition anymore because I already had my prize!
After years, I realized I got two prizes that day, one was the acknowledgement of how lucky I was to have an elder brother like him, another one was the crown made by him.
Even after years, he is the same man now, with that same old love and compassion in his tone. Nothing has changed him- living abroad for years with his family, two children, job, and other responsibilities. Today, as I am sharing my old memory breaking all those strands of complacency coiled around me, and recollecting old pages of memory, I know that he may laugh at this, because maybe he doesn't remember in details, maybe he counts it in little things, but for me, it wasn't ! It was not mere a crown to me, but keeping a child's trust, not mere words that came out of his mouth, but a promise...or maybe.. much more than that!
After years, I realized I got two prizes that day, one was the acknowledgement of how lucky I was to have an elder brother like him, another one was the crown made by him.
Even after years, he is the same man now, with that same old love and compassion in his tone. Nothing has changed him- living abroad for years with his family, two children, job, and other responsibilities. Today, as I am sharing my old memory breaking all those strands of complacency coiled around me, and recollecting old pages of memory, I know that he may laugh at this, because maybe he doesn't remember in details, maybe he counts it in little things, but for me, it wasn't ! It was not mere a crown to me, but keeping a child's trust, not mere words that came out of his mouth, but a promise...or maybe.. much more than that!
