Granpa slowly moved his walking stick, which stayed with him for all those

years after granma left him to join her almighty, which she always jovially quoted as
her destiny, driving granpa to a angry and jealous state, after which she doted him
like a caring mother of a little innocent child. I was sitting in the veranda coloring
my drawing, the house was very silent after the incident, bijju never cried so much,
granpa did not say a word till everything was done. I was partly mad at him, he was
the one bijju always trusted , he was his best friend , bijju as one might wonder is
my elder brother he is 10 and Im 8 , I never loved my brother since he never did
anything to get my love apart from coming out of my mothers womb before me,
but I have never seen him cry, he was always my parents apple of the eye.
They scolded him so much, that even I got some tears slipping out of my eyes, may
be because our hearts were connected even though we never shared any
connection in the real world. He ran away crying into grandpas room, dad sat on the
chair arguing with mother that it was all her fault and my mother saying it was all
his, but few minutes before they scolded bijju saying it was all his fault. I was happy
and sad, bijju was no longer the good boy but bijju was always a good boy, he used
to leave cookies for me when mother used to give him some extra, he used walk
behind me on my way to home taking care of me but never uttering a word, he was
also my super friend who used to finish my homework when I fell asleep and I used
to think I completed them on my own until my teacher pointed out the difference in
the handwriting. Now it was only upto granpa to do anything, I wanted to do
something but what could I do, I slowly moved my drawing book and crayons few
feet forward towards grandpas room and continued coloring. Granpas entered the
room and sat on his ding-dong chair. He closed his eyes and started to fall asleep