Him!

 Love is,

 bursting your favourite crackers (paambu mathrai) found in your 'not-so-little' little brother's cracker box and finally lighting it up with much struggle;

 as you enjoy the tablets burn,  he-as a joke- pours water that puts off the flame, which in turn triggered the childish sense in you and you start fighting him for the same absurd irrational reason,

although it didn't seem like a big deal, for some reason it upset you so bad, which in turn upset him although he doesn't show it- typical brothers 🤷, 

So he takes an umbrella in the drenching rain with his pocket money- which he wouldn't share even under dying circumstances might I add- walks two streets and comes home after half-an-hour with double the amount of the same crackers that upset you;

 It doesn't stop there, despite knowing that you are angry he doesn't give up until literally pulling you out of the bed to burst it;

 You go out and his cycle stands in the place where you were bursting it the first time, he jumps in front before you could say anything and says "iru iru cycle ah na edukuren";

 The wind made it impossible to light a match, so he brings things to cover the air;

 He doesn't leave the place until the tablets dissolved in fire- all the while looking at my face seeing if I was smiling. 

If this isn't Love, I don't know what is.



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