AN: My younger (elder) brother would have been fifty this year.
We lost him in 1999, on his 33rd birthday. It’s one of those things where he remains perpetually frozen at that age, but it hit me this year, as we attended one of our (and his close) friend’s 50th birthday party. I know he hasn’t aged because I miss him every day and every second it feels like I (we) just lost him yesterday.
I only got to (really) know him after I turned 9, he and my older brother had lived in Sri Lanka and India, where they were finishing hight school and going to University. So sometimes, I get petty, and I get mad because I knew him for such a very short time – 10 odd years. Twenty lifetimes is never enough with someone you love.
AN: It’s my dad’s birthday today, he would have been 81. A year and a bit since he passed and I still miss his wisdom. He would have been so proud of my taking on this challenge; he always wanted me to write. I am sad that I didn’t do it when he was around but also know he is in all the words I write.
Appa = Dad
Vaetti = It is a rectangular piece of unstitched cloth, usually around 4.5 metres (15 ft) long, wrapped around the waist and the legs and knotted at the waist. (Wiki)