The Last Meeting
"I hate you" the fifteen year old Ramya had angrily shouted in child-like frustration. "Oh! But I love you." Rahat, her brother, five years elder, had calmly said. "No. You don't. Why then did you complain Mumma that I cheated in exam? I. Hate. You." Her tone had remained unchanged. "Oh! You really do?" Rahat had asked alluring her with a large, glossy, violet chocolate pack. "I mean." She had thought for a while and said, "Okay, I don't hate you but I don't love you either." And then with a pause, "Is that for me?" Her eyes had developed shine; her mouth, water. "It could be. But what's the use?" Rahat had said pretending to be disappointed, "You don't love me." "Oh no! I love you Bhaiya . I love you soooo much." Ramya had said excitedly stretching her arms for a hug. Rahat had hugged her and with her ears resting on his heart, had told her how bad it was to cheat in...