I opened my eyes today and was able to thank God for life. For my brother, Anil Mahabir, I prayed for blessings on his soul. On this day, five years ago, my brother left us, only to return as re-runs in the MovieTowne of my mind.Anil was a prolific letter writer; he had mastered the art of having at least one of his letters published each day. He was a politician who perhaps never became a politician. In his final years he craved an external comfort and an embrace which never came.
But he was my brother whom I loved.He was a favourite, too, on the blogs for he penned on every subject without fear, a courage which I sometimes stumble to emulate. I am, in this regard, a mere rendition of the original.I wonder how he would have responded to the tall e-mail tale. But alas, there is no internet in heaven.
Surely a departure at 42 was too early. The pain continues to be deep and hard. Five years for some seem like five hours for me.Your memory lives with me and in me. Maybe in my own subconscious mind I pursue your dreams, leaving mine behind. Your fingerprints on my mind have endured the footprints on the sand. May God Bless your soul.
Your Brother Ashvani