He then picked me in his arms and kissed me on my cheek.
“Alright, but only if you promise to play with me after dinner.” I smirked at his easy, usual offer and my little, dwarf body while I clung to his legs with pure affection. But little did I know that it was a different kind of love altogether. It was a different kind of bond that we shared. He was a dark, tall man with a meek body his long hair curled in a shabby manner across his unkempt face. “ Bhai, can we go and get one ice-cream today also? P-L-E-E-E-E-A-S-E!” the four year old, tiny version of me begged as I lingered onto my, then, seventeen-year old cousin.
