Nostalgia

Do you look even a bit like me? I ponder the whole day, had you been here, how you would be. For all the time I waste, would you have taken me to task? Being my 'Big' brother in your superficial pride you would bask. For all the stories I have of infatuation and prank, For everything I needed to share, with you I could be free and frank. I swear to keep it all to myself for whatever you too had to say, Eager to get back to you after a long tiresome day. Would you have guarded me like a soldier, never letting me go out of your sight? For every silly triviality would you have complained, picking up a fight? Pulling each other by the arms, by the legs, by the hair, Yet not for once forgetting to shower your love, blessings and care. I do imagine you in real, knowing you exist only in my mind, You are safe in my childlike fantasies, with you I bind.

[ Inspired from Tennessee William's play "The Glass Menagerie"] I walked carefully down the path leading to the park lest anyone takes the slightest notice of me. It had been a year almost that I was out again for strolling at that hour of the day. A fresh rush of evening breeze nearly knocked me down as I struggled against its force to hold my scarf closely wrapped around my face. I reached my destination within just a couple of minutes hastily to avoid the glances of people on the road that nearly pierced through my soul. I seated myself on a wooden bench at a lonesome corner of the lawn as I watched from distance the children playing and their parents lost in laughter and talk. I was so engrossed with myself that I did not feel the presence of someone else seated on the bench facing mine and staring at me for quite a long I supposed. As I looked up, he responded with a gentle smile. I smiled back. Next, to my amazement