What I hated the most......

As I entered the room, I saw what I hated the most. Exactly, what I expected, my brother was sitting in MY room, using MY computer!

He had always been like that; he used other people's things', didn't put them back in their respective places or even asked permission to use them. Once he took out my favorite Harry Potter book, signed by J.K. Rowling herself. I had waited days for this book, and my dear little brother took it out into the garden to read and "accidentally" left it out on the swing. That night, rain lashed the whole city and my book got drenched. Many pages got torn and blown away by the strong and mighty winds. I only forgave him, though unwilling to do so at heart, on the request of my parents or if it wasn't for them, I would've beaten him to pieces. Completely indifferent, he didn't even say sorry and that further fuelled my rage.

Here, he sat, using my computer and just as I knew, he would leave it on and I would get scolded for doing so, wasting electricity and God knows what else! As he had his headphones on, he couldn't hear me entering the room and was totally oblivious to the fact that he was in big trouble. Mum and Dad weren't home today and I had gotten a golden chance to take revenge from my brother.

I had a sling-shot in my hand in which I would hold a stone, stretch the rubber band, let it go and BANG! It would hit him straight on the head. I had taken a small stone, pebble actually, so it wouldn't do much damage, but I would be very comfortable and highly satisfied after hitting him.

Just as I stretched the rubber band, and let it go, the pebble shot into the air, but fate had something else in store for me today. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on my side today.Suddenly, my brother bent to take out another CD from the bottom drawer and the pebble hit the computer screen. With a tremendous crash, the glass shattered into a million, glittering pieces and the computer turned off. My mouth open in horror, I glanced towards my brother, whose face mirrored my expression.

Not going into detail, I’ll just tell you what happened afterwards. A few minutes after the crash, my parents came home, saw  the broken computer and it's been more than a month and I'm still locked up in my room with my horrible school books (Trust me, I've been having nightmares in which my History and Math books have declared war upon me).

I, myself, ruined my summer holidays and last but not the least, I learnt a very important lesson: Revenge and violence isn't the solution to every problem. I had wanted my brother to be afraid of me and ask before using my things but all I learnt was:

"Unfortunate are those who wish to be feared rather than to be loved."