Newsletter 10.......6th June 2004

My little brother when he was only five?

 

 Death is one thing we all know for sure, will knock on every door, some day or one day? We can’t escape death and nor could my choto bhai. My choto bhai was not in any way younger then me but he was known as little brother because he was the youngest of my three brothers (who are all older then us 3 sisters). So being the youngest, my choto bhai was cheeky, he behaved like a little monkey most of time and I remember he would pick on me because I was the only one (out of the 3 sisters) who would fight back! When he was young he was my handsome, lovely, fabulous, and gorgeous choto bhai who led wild life and was crazy enough to elope with a local gipsy girl with sky blue eyes and flaming red hair!

 One would think that silly thing called ‘fate’ would have chosen a romantic path of gipsy life style for my little brother? No, no, no, silly cruellest fate decided to inflict my choto bhai with unimaginable downhill path, making sure he finishes in a cesspit. My little brother’s fate gave him a drink or two and he became an alcoholic, got kicked out of his home, lost the love of his family and became a waste of space on this planet for almost 25 years. My choto bhai finally decided enough is enough and left the planet on May 22^nd and I arrived by his bedside, a day late to simply touch his pitiful cold body. I shall desperately miss my once a handsome, lovely, fabulous, and gorgeous choto bhai.

 I shall be leaving England and returning to my little Net…….. on 10^th June , I need Net……… more then ever! I miss Bangladesh, I miss my English and German bhais, my Bangladeshi apas and most of all I miss my pit latrine?

Love,

Davinder x