Things that happen when your younger brother is around

In honor of my little brother’s 21st birthday ( If he reads this, I can just imagine him rolling his eyes praying for patience 😝)  here are 21 things that happen whenever he’s around

1. We always fight for the remote 

    

2. We always finish the chocolates from the fridge before the other gets a chance

3. We always mock complain to our parents, or atleast I go like, ‘Mommmm!!’ as a throw-caution-to-the-winds 😂

4.  We love telling on each other’s deepest dismays to our parents  

5. We take turns in doing household work. And if it is not our turn we won’t dont do it. 

6. When Dad or Mom calls, “Why does is it have to be me? Why dont u tell him?” 

7. We like messing each other’s things just to wind the other up.  
8. We always have an eye on the other’s plate at meals

9. I always offer him advice, but he is too cool for my old school 

10. So naturally, I get a shock if he asks for my advice

11. I always buy him gifts but I don’t get any in return 

 

12. We have synchronized morning schedules to avoid getting into arguments 

13. We cover up for each other 

 

14. If I’m bored I can always bug him

15. We always criticize each other’s likes and mimic each other just to wind each other up. 

16. He lets me bat while playing cricket which no one else allows me to do 🏏😁

17. We team up and irritate mom 😈😈

18. He is a great support during the dreaded “family functions”. We don’t even have to communicate with words.

19. I can gossip with him – he atleast listens to it all. 😜
   

20. And this is one thing every sibling tells the other – that Mom and Dad love us more than them😂 

21. But seriously speaking little bro, I feel that U should get all the chances that I didnt. And we are all proud of U and want to see U happy. 

Once again, 

It’s all a Mess

Yes indeed!!
Me, I’m a mess!! I wake up half in sleep, sleep walk through my breakfast, mechanically pull out outfits from the almari( I don’t even check if it matches), just scoop my hair behind in a clip and dash off for work.

Normally, I hate mess except when it’s my mess!
So I will keep my room messy until such time as I decide fit to get up and clean it.
My mess is more like orderly dis-organization. I know exactly why everything is lying around the way it is.
I don’t like people touching my stuff; I absolutely hate it when they use it without my permission (as if it’s their inheritance) and I get so angry when they don’t replace it back in it’s proper place 😠

And quite often ‘messy‘ is the term I would use to describe my life’s status. I may look like I am following a routine, like everything is going really smoothly in my life, but uncover the lid and u will find a mess.
I confess, “I don’t know what I’m doing!!!”.

And as for my heart, it’s cogs are all entwined into haywire…

​Scribed #3

 Her phone beeped. Half immersed in her workload, she glanced up quickly at the screen of her smartphone. A tiny blue light was flashing at the base of it. 

Distracted from what she was doing, she continued to gaze at the blue dot. 

An incoming message!! 

It sent a thrill through her. Who could have sent that text? 

What if it was from the person that she was expecting it to be? A smile started tracing itself on her lips. That would be pleasant. She hadn’t heard from them in a while and she had almost started worrying herself wondering why. 

Well, there was one easy way to find out – pick up the phone!!

But then – what if it wasn’t from them? That would only disappoint her further. She hated getting excited anticipating only to get irritated to see someone else’s name displayed on the screen. 

It’s not like she wanted to ignore others if they texted. It’s just that, she was just expecting that particular text. 

She eyed the phone now, her fingertips hovering inches away from the screen, itching to pick it up and check her messages. 

But she had work to be completed. She had to act a little professional, shouldn’t she? 

She tore her eyes away from the flickering blue dot. 

Surely they would understand, surely they would wait.. 

But what if this one wait became the one that was too long to take?