So this happened when I was kind of 6 or 7 years old....the age of mischief overloaded and all that stuff. Lucky enough for me, being born first to my parents I was not alone. I was born with a partner in crime, my twin brother. Being opposite in gender there was nothing like inferiority complex or one being better than the other or I think we were not in a age to realize that kind of stuff, but what ever may be the case we were pretty attached to each other and was my one and only playmate.
Even at school he was my only friend and so was I for him as we were pretty much awkward at communicating to others and hated school more than anything....It was like if I cried he would cry and if he cried so did I. Also if one were to be punished so will be the other,there was no partiality even in that kind of stuff.
So one evening while we were taking a bath(note: we used to bath together at that age) we saw a bottle with yellow water near the sink. We were curious about what could have been in it. So we analyzed it was for some time and came to our conclusion " Yeah its lemonade".For a fact we didn't even stopped to think for a second why would there be a lemonade in the bath!! Well that's the way our brain worked.
Then it was time for taste testing... Though we thought it was lemonade we were pretty reluctant to try it out. We argued for a while of who would try it....then when we reached nowhere, I mustered the courage to be the one to do it. So I opened the lid and poured some of in my mouth. As soon as it touched my tongue, i spit it. It felt toxic!! I was horrified. I also had a feeling that due to the sudden uneasiness in my mouth I might have accidentally swallowed some of it.
It evolved a sudden fear in my tiny little heart. 'Am i going to die....but I am scared to die , I don't want to die now, I think it was poisonous.... what's going to happen to me' it was these the thoughts that filled my head. It was then that my brother asked me how it tasted. Scared as I was I thought I am scared to die all alone so it would be better if he came along with me....blinded by fear of death and selfishness I said him that I didn't understand the taste well so why don't you try it out! And yeah of course he did it.
He believed me with all his heart and all I did was betray him....here age is no excuse. As for him, he even drank some of it before he spit. I saw the same look on his face that I had on mine .We tried to wash it of our tongue but the foul taste seemed to remain in our mouths. At last when all effort was in vain was lost my brother resorted to his last hope, our mother . When he said mom that he drank something from the bottle near the sink my mother panicked pretty much the way we did. She said it clorox(a bleaching agent)that we thought was lemonade.
During the panic my brother forgot to tell that too drank that stuff along with him and it was me who asked him to do so. So in the end my brother was taken to the hospital while sat at home, up the rooftop seeing them speed of waiting for my death !!!
Well I was scared enough to tell mother that I too drank after all that happened. See so this what you call 'to reap what you sow'.Maybe God decided to teach me a lesson back then for all my selfishness so that I would never repeat it. Lucky enough the bleach was not poisonous that I survive to this day.
Today if you ask me who is more important to me, is it myself or my brother.... obviously my answer would be my brother... not because of the fear of getting punished but out of love .You'll only know the value of the eye when you lose it....I came to know that as the years passed passed before me.
Just remember sometimes the cost of a small mischief can be a lot more than what we can imagine. But at that time don't let your selfishness and pride rule over it...cause you may end up regretting it later.
