“Why is it that you always compare me with him? He might be good at studies and me in some other field. Never criticize anybody, I just hate it. I know very well that you are very much fond of Bharath than me. You always hate me for the reason that I do not study well” with tears in my eyes and anger on my face I left the place very soon.
I should not have said those words, but I could not help myself other way. I had these things in my mind from long. I walked straight outside my home while my dad stood keeping his head bent. Silence from others proves that you are right and other is on the wrong side. I felt I was right.
“Sharath, come for dinner. Mom is calling” my brother’s voice. I was a bit angry on him as he was the cause for all my fights between me and my parents. I have heard his friends and my relatives saying that he is a good son to my parents. This always made me an outsider from my family sometimes.
“I won’t come. You go and have” I replied harshly.
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