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Dearest Ali kaka,

Now that you reached the house, let me share my plans with you.

I am sending this message before I am receiving you. No, I am not a fast typist I had already prepared it, two days ago. I suck at tense and writing about the present in the past form to send it for you in the future is really tiring me. I wrote this email on 11th April 2019.

To start with let me remind you of the relationship between us. I am your sister and that makes you my brother. This is so obvious but someone seems so oblivious.

We spent our childhood together in Saudi Arabia and we were thick as thieves. When you passed tenth, our father asked if you wanted to join a school in India and you merrily accepted.

Do you remember your last day in Saudi Arabia? You accompanied me till my school van and said me salam with tear filled eyes. Admit it, it was hard for you too. I kept walking to my van without looking back because I did not have the strength to face you. I looked at you through the protected glass of the van's window and you were wiping your tears before turning back.

You have no Idea how much I cried that day and the following days, it was hellish. I wanted to share my school stories as soon as I reached home but you weren't there. I wanted to have pillow fights on Friday nights but you weren't there. I used to turn back while watching comedy scenes but you weren't there to share the laugh. I was left alone between a working mother who did not have much time for me and a busy father.

That was my phase of life when I became addicted to TV shows. With no siblings to fight with and not many friends to laugh with, loneliness made me suffer from a virtual draught. Your long duration calls were like an oasis in a desert. Can you believe that we used to talk for hours every day?

It was when I was a tenth-grade student that you got admission into IISER. I still remember how you would not stop describing your campus. I used to act like I was annoyed but both of us know that secretly, I loved it. You described the buildings, your friends, the food, the classroom...ask me anything about IISER and I know it.

Since your admission in IISER, my sole mission was to get into IISER so that I could be with you for two years. I knew that it was the only way for us to be together again for one last time.

I was happy when you shared about your dream to go abroad for Ph.D. but there was a tugging feeling in my heart. I always knew that we would eventually go in separate ways but the thought still hurts.

And that is why I started admiring IISER too much. So brother, from next year onwards, we are going to be together!. I can't wait to write the aptitude exam.

As your IISER days went by, you started going further and further away from me. Hours of talking turned into an hour of talking and then it morphed into half an hour which finally became a few minutes every weekend. Did you have that much of work in your college or was I becoming lamer and lamer, day by day?

You sent me a lot of books when I started attending Mambaram higher secondary school for plus one but do you know what I really wished for? I wished for you to come and discuss a few physics problems with me, but you did not come home during my higher secondary life. When my plus one days were over, it had been a year since you came home and I thought that you would make a surprise visit. Each and every day of my plus two life started with me opening the door while expecting you to be at our door.

Okay, Okay, I am not going to drown you in my ocean of depression, chill bro!

So here is the list of things you have to do (wears a cooling glass) with me.

1. Watch Koode with me

2. Take me and our parents to payyambalam beach

3. Visit all our relatives' house with me

4. Meet Aflah an

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I slept in that room itself that day after watching Koode, alone.