Silent Guardian

Two brothers grew side by side in a small village between a golden field and a sounding tree - Rohan and Aarav. The older Rohan was always older than his age for five years, and had the power of quiet in his eyes, which made him breathe life too quickly.

Your parents work long hours at textile factories in nearby cities. They set out before sunrise every morning and returned late in the evening. In her absence, it was Rohan who took on the role of caretaker. When he was 13, he was able to cook simple meals and go to school with Aarav to repair torn clothes. He never complained. He simply accepted that this was his role.

Aarav, young and full of questions, Rohan continued everywhere. To him, Lohan was invincible - a magician who repaired broken toys, solved difficult math problems, and told stories among the stars. However, as a child for many years, admiration for young people grew younger.

Rohan, once a top student, dreamed of becoming an engineer. He spent hours drawing machines sketches, reading books borrowed from the school library, and solving equations until late at night. However, when it became clear that her family could not afford to send both siblings to school beyond the 10th grade, Rohan made the choice. Without telling anyone, he missed and accepted a job in the local garage for the mechanic.

He said Aarav "has lost interest in research." Aalaf believed in him.

He fixed the bike as Rohan, cleaned the oil engine and continued to save every rupee he could. His notebook was replaced by a toolkit, but he still held an old diary hidden in a drawer filled with equations, diagrams and notes. His dream never died. It just waited.

Aarav has now gone to high school and then to junior college. He often clashed with Rohan because of his starting blocks, studies and friends. "You act like my father!" Aarav snaps. "But you gave up. You left school, and now you'll fix your bike. Don't teach me how to live."

Rohan never answered his anger. He simply sighed and returned to work, wiped the fat from his hands, implicitly wearing the weight of words that he had no deserved.

One evening, Aarav rushed into Rohan's room after a fierce argument and turned the drawer. The notebook has fallen. He took it strangely.

The inside of the book was a page with beautiful and intricate mechanical diagrams, formulas and notes written in decent handwriting. Near the back, there was a list entitled "Tuition Fees - Paid", "College Forms - Submitted", "Shoes - Buy Next Month", and finally, "If you succeed, everything is worth it."

Aarav's hands tremble. Up until this moment, he really didn't understand what his brother had given up. The fault washed over him like a wave. All these fights, all these difficult words - and Rohan never mentioned what he sacrificed.

From this night, Aarav has changed. He studied hard, stayed more at home, and asked Rohan for advice. Slowly, her bond was healed. years have passed. Aarav graduated in mechanical engineering - a dream that Rohan once maintained. On his degree day, Aarav looked into the crowd and wanted to meet his brother. Rohan wasn't there. He said there was too much work in the garage.

That night, when Aarav returned home, Rohan was waiting outside with two cups of Chai and a small smile.

"I did that, Baiya," whispered, restraining tears.

Rohan nodded. "I knew you would do that."

A few months later, Aarav Rohan gave him a thick envelope. "Open it," he said.

Inside were aircraft cards, student visas and approximate letters from universities abroad. Aarav applied in an old notebook in the name of Rohan and wrote a cover letter about his brother's forgotten dreams and implicit victims. The university was driven - not only through the technical glow of the notebook, but also through the story behind it.

Rohan stared at the letter in words. "You did it all... for me?"

Aarav smiled. "It's your turn now."

Rohan's eyes rose, but he held his brother. For the first time in years, he wanted himself. Not for someone else, but for itself.

And as the sun jumped behind the horizon, the two brothers sat calmly, shoulders, not as guards and children, as the sun swirled golden light over her house. As a dreamer. As a family.