Abu-bhaiyya

This weekend is Abbhya's wedding in Hyderabad. His sister, Z, is to follow suit next month. And I'm getting suddenly sentimental. We've shared the passage from children to adults so intimately. I don't know how much a part of their lives I will continue to be in the future.

(I dug this up from my Zatang archive. I wrote it for him when I was eighteen.)
Dear Abbhya, I still mean every word.

And everytime he puts his arm around me and says 'Stick in there,' I'm filled with new resolve. I love him and I'm now looking forward to our transition from young adults to geriatrics.