Chetta did not like me initially, he used to say amma to return me to the hospital where they got me from (he thinks they took me from the hospital). He thought his love was shared and used to give up tantrums every now and then. But the scenario changed very soon, we came here to UAE and should say in less than a month he changed, he started caring me, if i am sleeping, he will sit beside me and play on his own, and if i wake will run to amma to tell i have woken. If i ever cry he says to feed me because i would be hungry (btw he did not start school a year ago). He started asking my parents to keep me in his lap, if i ever smile at him he was overwhelmed.
| Thats him trying to lift me up |
And then came the days when i started walking, and he was so happy and asks when will i play with him, we used to play mock football with our parents help. And then i started my mischiefs, i like him, love him and so irritates him to the core. Pulling his hair is my usual hobby and seeing him cry due to that is cool.
| This is what i could do, special effects courtesy accha. |
Alas he started school, i was left all alone half the day, so i started practicing things he does. He yells so loud in a shrill voice, i just practiced it and yelled at him while he was back from school :D. I miss him a lot during the school hours, when he comes back the party begins. Now its fighting with hands, hope to improve to the next level in the coming years :P.
| He is teaching me to ride |