An interesting football match came to an end. I was watching it with my late grandfather’s younger brother. He was once an eccentric gentleman whose company was enjoyed by family and friends alike. Although he had retained some of his characteristics, but age and illness had taken away most of them.
Some light from the room departed as I switched off the television. My guest made his way to his room to surrender to the night’s sleep. On the way, on a table was a framed photo of my late grandfather. His younger brother looked at his photo and stopped. I was observing as to what expression will erupt from the dept of the mind and heart.
I have never clearly known the bond of siblings. I never had a sibling to grow up with. I have close cousins and friends who are like siblings to me. But there might be a difference. I have been told by different people that a bond between siblings growing up in a household together is something different than all other bonds out there.
So, I stood observing the emotion I may never have. But what I saw was different than what I expected. An expression of irritation spread over the younger brother’s face on looking at the photo of his late elder brother and he spoke “Dead people… I l don’t like looking at the photos of dead people.”.. and off he went to his room to sleep and I remained puzzled for some time as to what to make of it.
I know how deep emotions go within our hearts, more than how much we may ever be able express through our words and actions or even deny them. Eyes can be turned away from a photo within a frame, but the one within our memories will remain as long as the memories themselves.
Early Morning Memories 
One response to “Where the emotions hide”
I can so much relate to the ‘irritation’ of your dad’s uncle. We were 8 siblings, 5 sisters and 3 brothers, including me.
I lost my eldest brother when he was in his early 40s and I had just entered 30s. I never liked to see the photo of him hung on the wall, felt irritated, I wanted him alive, beside me.
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