The Fake Brother - Part 2

I asked, "Sir, what happened after that incident ? Well..... actually....." 

"No problem, Aaghosh, anyway I was also about to continue , so that's not an issue",replied Kushagra sir and again continued to tell the story," I woke up during the noon from my bed and saw that the bandages were not there, also the wounds were totally healed , and I was feeling good , so I started to recall what happened before ; then I summoned up the memories that my brother was dead ,I started crying screaming out imprecations for God but then I realized that I was just crying over spilt milk because nothing can now bring my brother back to life so I started questioning my intellects ; my only brother has died, what shall I do? And as I was thinking such questions, I just make out my father and mother talking outside , coincidently. 

My father said to my mother, 'When is he coming here.'

And to the reply of that, my mother replied 'Well....he will be here by 3 - 4 hours. '

This left me to grow anxious but simultaneously confused, I tried to hear more but it was already late ; they were already done talking. And so I didn't bother about that any more. I walked down the vertical stairs that were exactly laid down just beside my room and reached downstairs , to pay the backyard garden a visit. The odor of the death of my brother was not only reaching me in my heart or my parents alone ; in fact it felt like they were also reaching the plants, he cared about in the past. I came around the garden, and found myself in a queer ambiance surrounded by the beautiful plants but then only I saw the last memory of my brother ; the plum tree and visited out my brother's planted plum tree ; I came around the tree and abutted the rough barks of its trunk and remembered the time when I and my brother seldom used to see the young sapling (currently the plum tree) everyday. 

I looked at the dawning sun and told inside my mind, 'Rest in peace brother.' saying this made the hustle and bustle in my mind to dissipate but the woe was not still gone. 

Suddenly, I heard a sound of a vehicle being stopped, but without giving not such a great deal I rested in the coolly shade of the plum tree. I laid out my hands and legs and tried to rest out a bit but I was quickly asleep there in a very mere time.

When I woke from the unregulated nap 

 I thought, 'Let's pay off a little visit to my parents to tell that I am again the same son they knew. I need to break the ice!' 

I waved a goodbye to the tree and advanced towards the exit door of the backyard garden. I went towards the dining room and found out my mother and father were sitting and were having a conversation with each other on an unknown subject. 

My father told, 'I am sure he will be happy with the surprise, we are going to give him....'

I thought out for a fraction of seconds and decided to interrupt at last though I knew that curiosity killed the cat. 

' What surprise are you going to give me, father? Is it more important than my brother? Or is it that my brother is alive? ' said the curious stuttering me. 

'You will understand at the time when you will see it '

He also replied 'Go to your room, Kushagra, that is where you will find the surprise '

So, much to his request, I started to climb the stairs, with the annoying pattering sounds left by my shoes, I climbed upstairs and opened the door, inside my room stood a figure with a smile on his face looking at me. 

He said with a grin ' Hi, big brother! ' "