Mich und mein Bruder (Me nd my BROTHER)

Two yrs younger to me, so funny in whatever he does, my brother is the centre of our nuclear family. We both had got lasting times of fights, mostly funny and at times much serious....He loves to make me cry. We both go to school hand-in-hand, eventhough he was not my best friend...He was so short until his seventh grade and he used to look up at me as if "u r so tall" nd now i'm looking up at him (only to say U r so tall)...His favourite past time, when at home is to make fun of me, and later when I was put up in the Hostel, he told my mom "U should not have left her to the hostel, I feel bored without her" (I don't know even if he ever remembers this). Now he's working far apart, and we both miss those days...There is a specific reason y i write this today, I caught him up on Gmail chat today, as usual we were fighting over the things...when i asked him whether he had booked tickets to come home, he told "U r my sweet sister and I'll not let u down". This may seem simple, but this means a lot to me...

That was Me...

I had spent (and am spending) 4 splendid years of my life at hostel. It was during my PG that i was first put up in a hostel. It was a room for five and we people mingled very well. It was the first week, and the next day was Friday, we were supposed to go home that week and hence we had our bagpacks packed. It was almost 2 or 3 in the morning, when there was a loud noise of something falling down. I and one other person in the room woke up and were searching in the darkness as what had fallen down, I then let my guess out as one of our bagpacks would have fallen and the other one also agreed, but still we did not sleep and kept discussing....And suddenly from the corner of our room came a sound yelling "That was me who fell Down, and r u gals goin to sleep"...