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That sticky-note!

 It was during March where I was fed up of my schedule, and that feeling had somehow made me cranky. I was sitting on my study table with books all piled up and me staring at them. I was somehow trying to calm my mind from getting stressed up. And at that very moment, my brother came inside my room and unknowingly disturbed my thinking. He just wanted to borrow my ruler. He patiently asked me if he could, and I shouted at him for always borrowing my things and not returning them. My whole frustration was on him now; I got a reason to pour it out, and that too on my younger brother. He left picking up the scale without any reflexes. And I got back to my zone, wondering and worrying! With all these I concluded that I need a little nap and then things might get better.


It was after half an hour that I woke up and what I found was my ruler with sticky note.

The ruler was exactly at it's place but with a note attached. My brother had quietly sneaked in and left that. And it made me smile. Like with such a little gesture my brother could change my entire mood, also with this cute little smiley. I imagined what my life would have been without this fights and make-up sessions every day, fights for food, fight over a T.V. remote. Memories flooded in.  And there again I was teary eye. They say little this does make a huge difference, for one day they would become big.  Now I believe it. And that note was a word of love for me.

Having a sibling is a blessing.  Go and hug yours, tell them how much you love them J

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