Lucky # 33

Yes, ...bhaiya, you are getting old,

Happy Birthday to you - I once told.

Evenings eating in Durga puja and culfest strolled;

And you had handwriting - horrible, so people sold.

Vaja and Structure were a beautiful tension controlled,

Crimson blues, a brilliant and passionate hold.

Rope and tire bridge - a shiny brick of white gold,

Anna's chai, Garba, Naini and DP saheb formed a strong, protective fold.

Freshers, jam and those class trips is all strangely enrolled,

Bhopal, Pune and Ahmedabad was daringly cold.

Direction, motivation from a big brother's fold,

For memories, great victories, and the future you behold.

Through good times and bad, be standing bold,

So did I say - ...bhabhi rolled; Yes, ...bhaiya, you are getting old.

A Happy Birthday email I wrote for a loving and caring bhai. Leart much from and look up to his thought process and decision-making.

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