Psychedelic Slippers

I have a brother. These are four very powerful words. Loosely translated in hindi it would mean , “Mere paas bhai hai”. (Of course not the “bhai”s of the “once upon a time in mumbai” kind, but i admit trying to give the same effect atleast once or more in life). I have used these words time and over in school, to ward- off guys... “bhai” would become “BHAI” then. Then that guy who’s dying to pass that love letter to you, would think twice, “ arey uska bhai hai re”. The physique of the bhai dint matter then, all it mattered was that there was a “bhai”. As you move out of school , and life’s troubles move beyond warding-off guys, you tell yourself, “I have a brother”. The words still give strength. I have a brother. My brother has a well-formed face, well developed, agile limbs, and a teddy-bear tummy he wishes he’d get rid off. We’ve been in two states for more than a decade now.It took me a moment to count the years. Of what he has been in this past decade i dont much of rem