On one chilly blustery night of mid January,he lay on his deathbed, too frail even to talk. I was beside him, stoically hiding my mourning spirit behind my blank face. He held my hand and weakly pulled me closer to him. He whispered in my ears, words that would ring in my heart until I was cold in my grave-“I love you. It is my misfortune that I took so long to understand you. I am sorry.Goodbye.”So saying he closed his eyes never to open them again. It was at that instant that I realized what an impact my brother had made in my life. He had silently left a scar in my heart that pained every time I breathed. I did not cry. I had no tears to offer him. I realized,stupefied,that he had taken away from me something priceless. He had taken away for eternity all my love, for I had loved him, in the last days of his life, more than any sister could ever love her brother, with a heavenly adoration which was above human comprehension. I had at last understood my akash;I had at last cared for him; I had at last loved my brother, my akash,even if it was too late…..