Assignment: Today, tell a story through a series of anecdotes(also called vignettes): short episodic scenes or moments that together read as variations on the same theme.They can each be as short or long as you see fit they don’t have to be the same length.
Today my story in the form of anecdotes is all about my brother Rafique.
Sorry my brother dear,
You do not have to fear,
I’m just saying what is true,
Even though you do not have a clue!
As far back as I can remember, there were times I felt like disowning him. He’d do things he knew would annoy me, but he thought it was a joke.
The little stories I’ll write are in no particular order.
Once I went for a walk with my uncle Malik, On our way back; just when we were close to the gate of our house, he exclaimed! “I made a terrible mistake.”
“What is it ?” I asked.
“I forgot to buy chocolate for you.” He said.
I was very outspoken those days, I said, “No you did not, you made sure you’d be close to the house, so I won’t be able to make you go back.”
He was stunned, all he could say was, “One of these days I will bring you a box of chocolates.”
One evening my uncle came to the house with a box of chocolates for me. When he knocked the door, my brother Rafique answered the door. “Where is Ranu ?” he asked, “I brought this box of chocolates for her.”
“She is sleeping.” My brother replied.
Uncle handed him the box and told him to give it to me in the morning.
Rafique was preparing for his high school exams, curiosity got the better of him. He opened the box and ate one, I suppose the stress of the up coming exams did something to him. One by one he ate the chocolates until he finished them.
Next morning he opened the door,he looked at me with a broad grin. “What are you smiling about?” I asked.
Still smiling he said, “Uncle Malik left a box of chocolates for you, I ate them all.”
All I could say was, “Wait till he comes back, I’ll tell him you ate all the chocolates.”
Uncle Malik was transferred to Bangladesh, I never got the opportunity to tell them, who ate the chocolates.
Once at the airport, we were called one at a time to the flight attendant’s desk to be weighed. The gentleman announced, “Now would the baby come forward to be weighed.”
We the other siblings told Rafique, “Go he is calling you.”
Rafique stood up grumbled why Dad gave his nick name. He then marched forward and promptly stood on the weighing machine. The flight attendant was confused, he said, “Are you sure you are a Baby?”
We laughed so loud our stomach was hurting.
My Dad unaware of the whole incident, Indignantly said, “Children you should know how to behave in public, I thought I registered you in a school where they teach you manners, what’s wrong with You?”
I wish I could reply, “Rafique is stupid.” But I did not want to push my luck!
One day I found Rafique at the back of the house holding a loaf of bread, as soon as he saw me, he started devouring the loaf in huge sections. He was afraid I’d ask him to share.
This one is an anecdote of my sensible brother, Rafique. Whenever he visited us from Sylhet to Comilla ,he’d bring a heavy suitcase with him. He’d take the suitcase and say to me, “Ranu this is for you.”
I’d say to him,”every time you come you give me the suitcase and say this is for you, what if I refuse to share what is in it with every one, what will you do?”
“I know you he’d say, you will never take everything, this is why I always hand it to you.”
These episodes bring to my mind the song : those were the days my friend we thought will never end!