He’s a couple of inches shorter than her and is wearing great big glasses, a huge school bag weighing his shoulders down. They are running for school, her plait flying behind her. They decide to jump over a raised portion of the garden and in seconds he deftly leaps over. She stops and even though she is older and bigger, struggles with her heavy school bag. He turns around and hops over again – ‘De do didi,” he says and yanks it over the stretch of grass, while she runs ahead.
How early little boys learn to take care of their sisters. What would we do without our little 6 year old brothers dragging our heavy bags for us? What makes them take care so early? Why does the Brat hang on for dear life to a careless wriggly struggly Bean when we’re around a busy road? Why does she pull his head down to her lap and pat him to sleep? What would we do without siblings?
The picture above was clicked at the Deer Park in Hauz Khas. We’re standing on top of some ruins and the Brat is holding on to the Bean so that she doesn’t go headfirst into the lake.