A LETTER TO MY BROTHER

Dear Brother,

And I mean “dear” because you have always been a loving figure and personality to me – someone with whom I bicker a lot but at the same time treasure and deem precious.

Of course, I get absolutely annoyed with some of your habits…like making up excuses for being overweight when you should be taking up the challenge of leading a healthier lifestyle ( I mean you are not bad looking but losing those extra pounds would add oodles of charm!) and being too dependent on family to sustain yourself instead of being enterprising and dynamic.

But then I know you are such a good human being at heart.

You don’t mind whenever I ask for a cup of tea from bed.

You share whatever little resources you have.

You are good with kids (something that never came naturally to me).

You keep in touch with kith and kin unlike me.

You don’t mind doing a bit of the dishes.

You keep me in splits with your wit and humour.

You are warm and big-hearted.

I have often been insensitive to you but the fact is when I was a baby you held my hand and taught me to write the alphabet.

We used to share packets of “Wai-Wai” over Tinkle comics.

You beat up the bully who tormented my best friend in school.

You have got artistic skills that I am proud of.

You have protected me always.

There will always be arguments but we share a special bond and I pray that we will continue to cherish one another as siblings held together by blood, emotions and the same God.

You mean a lot to me and I mean it J

HOPEFULLY YOURS...

Sometimes I get frustrated.

That pull-your-hair and shout-into-the-pillow kind of frustration when I see things that I should be doing, saying and seeing but am NOT doing, saying and seeing.

When I have made a resolution to read three books a month and barely manage to go through one.

When I determine to write more yet end up getting writer’s block with no substantial body of work behind me.

When I know I should be honing my skills and whatever little brains I have and on the contrary find myself in a state of physical and mental inertia.

When I know I should be emerging stronger from my past and find myself retrogressing into emotional trauma.

When I look into the mirror and the image that looks back at me shows a badly tucked in tummy and signs of premature ageing.

When I know I should be saving for rainy days but my purse is perpetually empty.

Why I ask myself should I be so weak, so average, so mediocre, so shunned by fortune?

But then something tells me I am lucky to even live this life, breathe in the fresh green air, feel the summer breeze on my face, take in the mellow sunlight and laugh it out with friends and family.

Something tells me that hope is there yet because I also give hope to others like my ageing parents and close circle of friends.
If only I could be a little less depressed the world would be a little happier place to live in or should I say?

Wisdom whispers in my ears not to be too harsh on myself because just as I have taken, my time to give has  arrived and I have to give unconditionally – that’s the law of life.

Faith, Hope and Love – these are the greatest elements in life, according to the Bible.

I hope because I have faith. I have faith because I am loved and have the privilege to love :)