In Betrayal We Trust
I have often wondered as to how obnoxious a brother I really was to my elder sister, while growing up. I mean if there was a sibling cruelty scale, where would I stand? I imagine quite high. During my summer and winter vacations from my boarding school, I spent considerable time and effort in troubling my sister in many ways; amongst which the most popular one was complaining to my mom about my sister dozing off while studying. In a family, gifted with the ability of being able to sleep off within minutes, my sister was always the superhero: she could have gotten up after a good night's sleep, brushed her teeth, sat with her steaming mug of coffee and her books and head-bangingly dozed off in seconds. In the world of today, with life's stresses, that superpower would be useful but back then it was a massive liability for her, especially during my vacations. As I would arrive at Kolkata station and be tightly hugged by my sister, I would try to decode whether the hug was out of