New Dawn( Complete)

5." Go and catch a falling star"

It was a similar night but thousands of kilometres far away,...

Sam's parents had been living in the states before ,with Arthit's birth, a year later,.. they decided to move to Thailand to be near to their old ailing parents.

Their business demanded lots of traveling and that time with two small children, it was the best decision that could have been taken by them..as circumstances would have been there was some luggage confusion and by the time they could arrive at their new house,it was nightfall..and like good neighbours my mom made sure hot food made to their dinner table that night,. amidst all the chaos of multiple luggages and moving trucks arriving..

Sam became my instant friend as I came clutching my mom's hand to deliver the food, our two servants in tow carrying varius delicious treats..

I was fascinated by the guy of my age looking so smart and crisp in a pleated navy blue shirt and white pant.., I have never ever seen Any child so properly dressed that too after a whole day of travelling, and so polite in his speech and actions.. he spoke in a heavily accented thai, bowing oh so elegantly and won both me and my mom's heart instantly..

And then from nowhere came a grimy hand that clutched at his snow white pants, soiling them ... crying buckets,.. shouting shrilly "phi"...a small toddler of barely fifteen months of age, with huge chubby cheeks, mud stained tear soaked face and very much in the midst of throwing tantrum...

The said child had literally clung to his brother's leg, barely reaching upto his knee,and given me such a pouty look..I remember scowling back and sticking my tongue right back at him, which made the little rascal howl so badly...that my mother boxed my ears and my new friend Sam gave me a displeased look..well,that was the start..

Any time I will come to play with Sam, Arthit aka oon, as he was lovingly called by everyone around me, used to make sure I get pinched punched by his tiny little hands and he would cry so loud that Sam's mom had to literally drag him away, or he would not let me play with his bro ...that little one was always a thorn on my side..

And then tragedy stuck, overnight Sam grew up from my best friend and doting big brother of Oon, to the parent figure for the barley two year old..

Oon was a handful as he grew up, stubborn, difficult, naughty and with his dad and mom gone, pampered and spoiled to bits by my own mom, his grandparents and obviously Sam.. I was the only one who ever scolded him, and did not fall for the innocent face hiding devil like tactics..and I feel he also saw right through me..

When even Sam didn't understand what I really felt for him in the veil of our friendship almost regarded as brotherhood by closest around us, ..the feeling which I finally realised when I was mere thirteen years old, I could sense this four year old looking at me queerly and giving me stink eyes or putting himself firmly in his brother's room, whenever I was around..the brat kind of made himself always the third wheel..

I confessed to Sam, few months after we both turned 16.. a cliche valentine's day proposal with heart ballon and fancy restaurant, and surprisingly he accepted..

but looking back now through the alleyways of my memory, I feel,.. It was the more like the convenient fallback for him or was it deep fear of loosing the closest thing to family other than Oon after his grandparents death or did Sam ever actually falsely think or perceive, he did love me? ..

Like normal hormone ravaged boys we frolicked around and did lots of hanky panky.. .

Oon though always remained Sam's first priority..and I guess though we hid the fact well, that we are dating from the people around us.. Oon, the baby barely seven years of age then, but as always the nosy pest, used to come on the very nights me and Sam had ulterior plans, knocking on Sam's door when we are in the middle of something not so innocent, in pretext of studying for exams or doing homeworks., claiming ghosts are behind him or under the brat's bed...,