Bunnu is my brother. His real name is Aarush.
I call him by many names like:
- Bun lakalaka
- Bunnu Benjamin
He cries for everything. He has only one ambition while sleeping and that is to kick everyone and keep his legs on our neck. When we are sleeping, if does not have his bedsheet, he snatches my rug.
He does not like to eat new varieties. He is a fussy boy. Likes to eat beetroot, carrot, rasam, sambar, dal, curd and boiled egg. He thinks he is a non-vegetarian. He behaves like a superhero wearing costumes with pillows, hats, towels, scarf, belts, caps, bracelets and thinks he is a smart boy.
Sometimes he tells that I want to become petrol man and sometimes he wants to become King Ashoka, he also wants to become water police ( fire-fighter)
When we go to restaurants or family functions. He tells I will eat everything and takes them on his plate but eats everything only half. He likes to eat only fryums and roti with sugar.
He goes into a dream world when he comes back from school. He talks a lot and writes a lot.
He wastes my glitter pens and uses them as if they are pencils.
I and my brother like to watch TV. At least I tell sometimes it is enough, no more TV but he always tells – “mute the sound and scream two minutes Baaba”. His favorite channel is Yo-kai watch and tells that ‘He is the hero because he has a watch’
We play hide and seek and when it is his turn to find me. He beats me and then says sorry.
He likes to play chess but does not know how to play. Even when I say ‘Check’. He tells it is okay if my king is gone. I will still fight with Camel, Horse or soldiers.
When we play cricket or catch-in-catch. He tells me to throw the ball high and when I throw it high, he says throw it low and again fights with me. Sometimes, when he does not catch the ball or when it suddenly hits him. He throws the ball at me with great force.
I never like to give my things to him because, he breaks my toys and uses my color pencils, glitter, gum and all stationary items. When I get some toys for Christmas, after Christmas, he takes it away from me and tells that all the toys that I got are his. But if anyone touches his things, he gets angry and cries because he tells all are my things.
If sometimes I use his things, he gets angry. He cries when anyone uses his bottle or glass or towel or bedsheet or pillow. He creates stories and cries and even beats me. When we are going to Bapatla, he cries for Baaba and when we are coming from Bapatla, he cries for Tattayya and not for anyone else. He does not remember any other person while he is crying.