Khush...My brother....my life

I am sure that every girl was put to bed being read fairy tales. The whole point being out parents wanted to teach us that dreams come true. As much as many of us would not want to admit it, we grow up dreaming of out knight is shining armour on a white horse, a fairy Godmother to help our dreams turn into reality.
Maybe I dont have a Fairy Godmother but I do have a Fairy Godbrother. His name is Khush.
When we were younger I was always jealous of the fact that he was more popular in my school then I was. As we grew older we became a lot closer. We could talk about anything and everything. I appreciated how he looked after me.
I started looking foward to bhai duj which meant that he would come home and we would celebrate it playing video games. My favourite game was called TANK. It consisted of two tanks which would have to move around a maze and protect an eagle by destorying the enemy tanks and killing them before it killed them or destoyed the eagle. I was never very good at the game but my brother always chose me as his partner. As we moved through the different stages he would always pause. He would ask me to stay in a place and would send tanks my way so I could kill them and earn a new life. Life became a game to Tank. He would help me without letting me know, yet let me make my own mistakes and learn from them.
As I walked into HPS everyone called me Khush's sister. I had a different identity but I loved being associated with him.
Since I was young I always wondered about faries and Gurdian angels. Surely it was an amazing feeling to be loved so much.
On my second day in school I left the protection of my brother and enterted the parking lot with his friends. He stayed back to play a game of basketball in a court where girls werent allowed. In the parking lot I saw a group of seniors who would have loved to rag me. I looked left, I looked right, I looked everywhere but I saw no angel to help me. I quickly got into his friend Shellys car and went to her house. As we sat eating bhel puri and drinking lemonade we tried establishing contact with my brother. He never answered the phone. After 40 missed calls and it the process of dialling the number for the 41st time the doorbell rang. It was my brother at the door. He was so worried about me. He pulled me into a big bear hug and screamed at shelly. His reason: He couldnt scream at me. He later told us that he was worried that they ragged me and when I was no where to be found he never went to the car. He asked everyone about me and when he thought maybe I was near the car he went back. He saw the missed call and made his own conclusions.
So well yeah I do have a Gurdian angel. He dissappear sometimes to help someone else but at the end of the day he is MY gurdian angel...and thats why I love him soooo much.