In this short story, Roxy Arora shares a poignant narrative capturing the essence of familial bonds between siblings and in tough times these bonds give us hope.
Brothers and Sisters.
‘Don’t be afraid.’ He said.
‘I’m here, always. Just believe.’
‘I do, Bhaiya.’ I whispered.
Ma didn’t come to the hospital, to meet us. She had busied herself with prayers. But we communicated over video calls. Ma’s face possessed an inner glow. And I felt so complete to see her with a fresh purpose.
Shantharam stepped into my room, one day.
‘I know we have had a stormy start to our relationship.’ He commented.
I tried to reply, but Shantharam whispered.
‘Nur, I have stopped the sand-mining.’
‘Thank you.’ I mustered, as shockwaves, coursed through my body.