It was a crisp, sunny morning and it was Shyam Ajja’s birthday. Ajji gave him a good head massage with hair oil. “Look at Ajji! Shyam Ajja is so old, yet she is pampering her younger brother like a small child,” giggled Anoushka.
“He hardly has any hair on his head. I don’t understand why she is struggling so much. Even if she puts a special oil, I don’t think his hair will ever grow back.
Why is she troubling him!” Raghu joked. Hearing the kids, even Ajji and Shyam Ajja burst into laughter. Ajji smiled and said, “He is the youngest in my family and for me, he is always a child.
How much ever old he grows, he must have an oil bath on his birthday.” “You know your Ajji’s affection for her brother, isn’t it? So, don’t cross her today. Otherwise, you won’t get your lunch or the special birthday sweet,” Ajja quipped.
Meanwhile, Shyam Ajja finished his bath and Ajji gave him a pair of new clothes to wear. He touched Ajji’s feet and, affectionately, both hugged each other. Ajja took a picture of the brother-sister duo and whispered to the children, “As they are growing older, I have only seen their affection getting deeper.
Age has not mattered, and their bond continues to grow. You must all learn from them – to be so loving to your siblings. They are always together in happiness and support each other in hard times.
” The children smiled and said, “Okay Ajja!” and held each other’s hands in a chain. “See? We will always be together like.