A BOND

'Okay give me that red one',I demanded.

'No I want red one', my brother said.

'But......leave it . I will take that blue one',I pointed towards another corner.

'But blue is my favourite colour . So how can you own this. I am going to take this .', he exclaimed.

'Why you always have to copy me I am fed up of you . You are such a jerk. I dont know why mom and dad have given birth to you.'

After fifteen years..

'Mom look at him. He is simply copying me without any reason. Please make him shut. I dont know why you and dad have given birth to him. He is a big jerk.', my daughter cried.

After listening these line only one thought came into my mind and that was of my brother.  I ran towards my phone  with tears in my eyes .

I called him up and said,

'hello Chetan. I am so sorry for what I said. I was just a kid and I didnt even mean that.'

'Oh dear what are you talking about. Is everything all right?'

'I love you Chetan. You are the best brother.'

'Hey hey .. I know that,I am the best and love you to didi'

That day I realized that I was such an idiot . Really life is a cycle in and we all a small part  of it. It always come back to you in this way or that way.