Ams.

That’s my brother. We used to call him Amu till recent times. But now he is in a degree college. So the mutation of the name.
He is a typhoon. He stays away at a hostel, comes home every 3-4 months. Mother is happy when he is at home and is always busy in the kitchen. I guess this is a universal way of showing motherly love!
For me, he is tolerable only on the first day. We usually give a bear hug when we meet first, often loosening a few bones. But after that, he is a total mess magician. I mean, my room starts looking like his hostel room overnight, like magic! He uses my clothes without asking, dumps soiled clothes and socks on my study table, takes the bike on a ride without asking, never dries himself in the bathroom, instead makes my room wet, uses my phone to call is friends, just as if he is the king of the world. On top of that, there is no regret, or remorse seen anywhere.
Still, I love that guy. He has grown a beard, and suddenly started talking something sensible. He gives me advice on various topics and has turned a bit patient. He has this ‘one look and you will fall in love with me’ kind of personality. He is a completely irritating person, will drive you nuts. But still, he is my bro, and we keep it that way. Still when the day comes when he is about to leave, I start becoming restless. I have seen him growing up, and now I am going to miss those golden years of his maturation.
Though he irritates me with, “dada, majha recharge kar na please!” calls, or convinces me to talk with his hostel incharge as his father, I miss him when he is not around. Now, I don’t know how to show my love at this age, but before he leaves, I still take him to the nearest convenience store and ask, “ kaunsa chocolate khaega?”