My uncle, my first best friend

Everybody has that one friend who loves to see you smile, wipes your tears, loves your laughter and feels just as good around you as you feel around them. For little me, it was my maternal uncle. Going to India for vacations every summer was obviously an exciting prospect!  I love both sets of grandparents dearly. And little me would wait for my uncle to come pick us up from the train station and take us home to my grandparents. The saddest part of summer was to accept that I wouldn’t see him for another year.

Being the youngest of seven children, he is obviously closest to my age. He loved his sisters (one of which is my mother) very, very much! And he knew they loved him back. Running errands for his sisters around town seemed like a hobby of his to my little eyes because he was always so happy to do it. When I got scolded at for being naughty, he’d hear my whole story out like I was the most important case in his court.

He taught me a lot of things I know now…for example, he’s the one who taught me how to ride a bike! He always volunteered to help me with my holiday homework (which the school always gave in ample amounts) and we  had so much fun! He would buy game cds so I could pass time when he was gone and had lots of books to keep me entertained. My favorite ice cream at the back of his scooter feeling the wind hit my face is one of the best memories I have with him.

I always fussed about his eyes. His eyes were hazel like maa’s but a shade deeper.  They were serene sometimes and filled with childlike joy at other times. For him, making me eat was really easy. “Aashu? You want eyes like mine? Eat up!” (Yes, I used to fall for it).

Since he had so many sisters and all of them had kids (my cousins) I’m sure he was as unique to them as he was to me. He always made everyday special! Which kid wouldn’t want an uncle like that?

Since then, I’ve had many close and dear friends but I will always remember my first best friend who taught me to respect him by treating me like a friend.

Even now, if its a GK book I need for my entrance exams or a registration number we need for a college, he’s always so ready to help out.

Though I never express it fully, he means a lot to me even now, years and years later! In some ways, he’s made me a better person and he probably doesn’t know it, but he’s helped me get where I am now by juts being there for me.

I hope he is well! I cant wait to see him, my aunt and my baby cousin soon =)

Peace out!