Responsible Cousin...

The only strength when my parents left leaving me on the first day of my Navodaya school life was the presence of my cousin on that campus. I was sure that he would be there to help me at my every needs. He would act like a responsible brother to me. It was the only reason why I chose the same hostel as that of his. Shanooj was 2 years senior to me. He understood me the rules and regulations in the campus including the way of approach to seniors. I was really happy for having him. He helped me the whole day in arranging the room and my belongings. It was the time I really needed some attention. I felt it as my luck, since my friends were not guided by anyone. But things started to change day by day. Shanooj came to me for all his needs like money and other basic needs. I couldn't deny him after all he is my cousin. As I was young at that stage I felt very bad of him. I even told my parents about him. But they didn't really take care of it. I felt very sad. I couldn't allow Shanooj to possess my articles. He had already taken away my bucket and had no intention of returning it. Feeling really bad I complained to my House Master (Warden). Knowing well that it was a quarrel of relatives he called both of us. We were scolded and warned us to solve it ourselves. That night Shanooj returned everything that he had taken from me. But he didn't spoke anything. I understood it was my mistake. I shouldn't have complained for such a silly matter. What to do I was just 12 year old at that time and I couldn't bear that much of feelings in me. Now I feel guilty about that incident. I am sure Shanooj won't keep that in mind.

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Anonymous said…
fathers are not going to keep their promises,mothers are not going to love you always,life is nothing but just a mind blowing scam,so its always safe to be with the cheat.haha ha ha .SHANOOJ

KUNHIMON you dont have to feel sorry about that,it was completely my mistake.life never give us a second chance,if i get one i promise you i will try my best to become a much better brother.shanooj
October 31, 2008 at 8:51 PM
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