Life.Sundays. At the age of 5.
I used to wake up to my 2 brothers tickling me.
By the time, they are done amusing themselves my dad would be home from the market, with Prata for us.
Id be able to hear my mom chopping away at meat for lunch. She'd point towards my breakfast n tell me to brush my teeth first.
A simple family of 5.
In a 5 room flat.
Heading to the Omni Max Theatre or a shopping complex like Diamaru made our weekend.
We watched movies as a family, previewed by my eldest brother, listening to his recommendation.
I spent my days laughing as a family.
Sundays. At the age of 11.
I used to wake up hearing my brother talking to my mother in the kitchen, while my father had gone to the market.
Love marriages were taboo back then in our community.
I was the last to know that my brother had found that other half, he got married after a year and moved out to start his own family.
A simple family of 4.
In a 5 room flat.
My eldest brother became a father 2 years later.
East Shore Hospital.
The family of 4 was greated by my brother, I saw a man infront of us.
A change even the much acclaimed NS failed to do.
The child was named Maaduri.
Sundays. At the age of 16.
My mother tells my 2nd brother of her plans to get him an arranged marriage.
He confesses that he too has found someone.
This time round, I was the one who had to tell my mom that it was a Japanese.
He got married and moved out to start a family of his own.
A simple family of 3.
In a 5 room flat.
Sundays. At the age of 20.
My eldest brother comes over with his 2 children (Maaduri n Haresh) giving my parents eternal happiness.
My 2nd bother pops in with his wife.
And at then of the day they leave.
The filled house is suddenly left with 3 people again.
The cycle continues.
I miss those days which i enjoyed as a 5 year old.
I miss those Sundays.
I have learnt one lesson after 20years.
Everything on earth is temporary.
Even me.