It wasn't like he had restricted, but just tried to think a little less about her. Nobody; his parents, grandparents, cousins or any close relatives could fathom his position and state. It had been only a week, but felt like forever. He called her, every morning, at 8. "Hi! , Good morning sis", a wake up call he would give as instructed by her. Each call wasn't important because of what he said, but the intensity and emotions which carried along was a marvel.
He knew , he wasn't the only suffering with pleasure, each day. The parents made a brave face, the day they left her; and the brother -only he knows how he resisted those tears, during the way to the airport on the return trip, and for the next two days, when ultimately he succumbed and sobbed, with his head on his mother's shoulder. She, did cry too, consoling -"be brave beta, it's a matter of few months before she returns", she had said. He would make a brave face, enacting, and waiting as the time passed by.
