Confessions of a Failed Fratricide

And fracas ensued and I stabbed him on his stomach and he uttered a few scathing remarks about my lack of culture and swooned.See, I always carry a shank by the cover of dhoti, a habitude got from college where there was more politics than education. He crouched down to knees, my wife who is a nurse before she hitched knew how to hinder wounds from bleeding unco, did the right feat and after first aid called taxi.

And she had a lot of premonitions that morning when we three started together, and she told me before we set off-

Something will happen today, either I will fall from the cliff or fall for your misleared brother or I don’t know.., she said.

In our family, we decided things over the chessboard. Whoever will win the sport will determine the proceedings of the rest of the day, which practice our dad gave, because he was a chess champ and my mother who was a better one hid from him her talents in the earlier years of nuptials. This was because in certain segments of our society, a woman becoming a better person than the man was ranked a graver thing to happen in a family. And wives too did not aspire to hurt their beloveds by too much smartness. The fact until she learned some supervenient tricks from him and after a few lurches in the initial years started a spree of winning in the successive eras,…this part I will touch later-

And you can rest assured that nothing great happened.

You know my brother was free from danger.

Then it was after 13 long years when my elder brother lost his love as well as his job and he started to live with us…

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