Silent Guardian

In a small town between green hills and winding rivers was always more than Aarav's older brother - he was a second parent, quiet guardian, and sometimes the shade he needed.

Your parents worked in a textile factory for a long time. It took very little time between layers and fell into Rohan's hands for a large part of AARAV's development. While the other boys were playing cricket at his age, Rohan cooked the Reiss, helped with homework, and made sure that Araf had clean clothes and lunch boxes for the school.

Aarav, five years younger, respected Rohan, but understood the victims his brother provided. Rohan was simply there for him - confident, sometimes annoying, often strict, but always there. He hated the way Rohan denied doing homework or refusing to go out late with his friends. "You are not my father!" Aarav will scream in the debate.

But Rohan never cried. His silence was not a weakness - it was patient and born out of years of responsibility.

Rohan never complained when he gave up his college dreams so that Aarav could attend a better school. He accepted the job as a mechanic and saved all the rupees for Aarav tuition, birthday surprises, or new shoes when his old ones fell. He said it was temporary. "Aarav does it well. That's enough for me," he said with a smile.

One day, Aarav attacked the house after school and was angry at the fight with his friend. In his rage, he attacked Rohan. "You know nothing! You're just fat, giving up on life.

Rohan was twitching, but he said nothing. He just went out and went back to the garage.

Tonight, Aarav found a worn notebook on his kitchen table. He made it strangely. It was full of mathematical problems, comments on mechanical engineering, and dreams scribbled at the edges, engine blueprints, and mechanical drawings. Behind it was a list of what was entitled "AARAV FOR AARAV." This is a textbook sold to research universities to apply for scholarships. Furthermore, the line rose to say, "If he succeeds, it's worth it."

Aarav's neck was choked. He had never seen his brother cry, but he now knew that Rohan's silence maintained more love than any lecture or embrace.

years have passed. Aarav visited universities in the city and completed the Technical Awards. Rohan did not attend the ceremony - he said the garage needed him that day - but Aalaf knew that better. When he returned home with his degree, Rohan stood outside with a shy smile and two cups of chai.

"I did that, Bhaiya, whispered Aarav.

Rohan just nodded. "I knew you were going to do that."

Aarav went home with a stable job and his first pay check and gave Rohan an envelope. "Open it," he said.

The inside included scheduled tickets, engravings and letters from universities overseas. Aarav drew all the strings, called every favor and submitted Rohan's old notes as part of the application. The letter was as follows: It is an honor to have them. "

Rohan stared at the letter, his hands shaking.

Rohan held him.