I miss you; please come home.

The last night, as I took help of the blanket to cover my face, so that mom couldn't sense it; I felt a little more broken. Those tear drops were rolling down the cheeks you used to pull and kiss, bhaii. My heart was beating the fastest it can ever and my body was shivering. Didn't when didi got married, you promised me, that you would stay forever? But you didn't. You broke your promise the way other boys do. Do you remember the rakhii, that I did select for you after a search of 2 hours? Do you remember me coming to your class and eating your tiffin box and leaving those messages? Do you remember that late night ludo games, bhaii? Do you remember how you taught me walk? And how you told me to stay away from those boys? And how you fought for me with your best friend? And the way you always kept the last piece of cake for me? You know bhaii, everynight I walk down the stairs, and near our favourite table, is your photo with a Mala of flowers around. I sit there for hours. I miss you; please come home.❤