The Older Elder One

We've moved on. From the shadow games, all those physical and cold wars, persistent mockery, poking annoyances, loud, louder and loudest music fights, we’ve moved on. Now it’s the ‘age-no-bar’ verbal fights, arguments on political and social issues, ‘only my music is actual music’ and debating on whose method was more economical. Yes we’ve grown.

Finally the void at home is filled, even so with the surround sound of movies on a continual roll from the 1 gigabyte hard disk that looks like a big black brick. I have someone to tell on again, to revisit my curiosity on my brother and for him to do the same, of course. His ways are the ‘he’ ways. Heavy metal rock bands, animated series, still, and the so proposed King of the household with his own timings, schedules, menu and guest appearances.  The nagging and complaining and eye-rolling and tickling and jibber jabber are all back!

There is something about nights. It’s the time where he plays Mr. Cool. Some nights there are absolutely comical discussions that makes us go ROFL, some are movie-watching nights and the others are where he buys me all sorts of goodies from some corner of the city.

These are the treats I got at11 o’clock p.m last week: flavored ice slushes!