He-My Brother by Elsa Thomas

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He──My Brother
By Elsa Thomas

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He looked handsome in a zardozi coloured bandgagla. A silver brooch was pinned to it. He looked nothing less than a prince from an Indian masala flick. He looked perfect. As he walked out of his palatial house, he stopped and turned back. His eyes were searching for somebody. “Where is she?” I made my way out of the crowd, the baraatis. “Come here. You were supposed to walk along with me. Why are you hiding behind?” I reached up to him. “Shall we?” he asked as he extended his arm. The crowd started whispering, “Who is she? What is she doing with him? Why is she holding his hand?” He could hear all of their loud whispers. His stern eyes sent a message to all the whisperers. He led me towards a car in which his mother, he and I were to be driven…

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