A human lesson.
I am 63 years old now. When I was eight, I had a younger brother, Kasi Viswanathan, who was five. I was not fair and handsome but he was. People liked him very much but I was ignored most of the time. I became jealous of him. So I used to beat him, push him down, insult him and I did a lot of harm to him. But he laughed at those moments, he hugged me and looked at my face with his gleaming eyes conveying a message that he still loved me though I was cruel to him.
One fine morning, due to a fall, he completely became blind and within a week, because of internal injury, he left us to his heavenly abode. For the first time, I cried for my brother looking at his closed eyes. He taught me a lesson about human bondage, affection, patience, love and brotherhood. From that day, I never hurt even a fly.
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