But in the race to make promises, I am a failure. I call myself a pretender. So a failed brother can’t walk through the day, have no rights to make promises again.
It was a matter of fighting with infinity, a revolt against universe but a brother was not successful. Not successful to emulate with death. I lost my fight two years back, when I was not able to make my sister alive. A brother couldn’t protect her sister from death. It was a promise to her, promise to maker her alive again, a promise to make her come out from cancer.
I have broken my promises. I couldn’t make her alive. I am not eligible for the day of Rakshabandhan. It’s a day which makes me recall everything, today is a day of nostalgia. The day which marked me as a pretender.