The uncredited sisters

Sometimes in life you come across people who are as different from you as night and day yet you connect in the most inexplicable way. There literally seems to be a string from your heart to theirs and that’s just amazing.

Some women in my life have that connection with me. I call them my friends but they truly are my sisters. Each and everyone of them has, at some point of time in life held my hand, wiped my tears and reassured me that it’s going to be alright and told me just what I wanted to hear, “Hey! Life sucks… and that’s a fact! Forget it and lets go have some fun“. Some of these women I have known for over a decade, some just a few weeks, but all of them are special and close to my heart.

I cannot truly say that men experience this feeling of sisterhood and solidarity the way women feel it, but if they could, would they view women differently? I always thought my blood and biological sister was the only one I would ever have and that was just the end of it. But I realised, quite later that you don’t need to be related by blood to be sisters and brothers, you can be sisters of the heart, the soul and the mind.

Every time something wonderful happens and you bow down and give credit to your family: your parents, your siblings, your elder grandma & grandpa, your husband and your kids and so on. How often do you give credit to your friends? And if you feel such a strong bond with some people, enough that you wonder if you have that kind of bond with people you share your blood with, then why don’t they get the same credit? Even when you know, some of those women are truly and honestly your sisters, in the actual sense of the word?

I say, “Bah! Humbug!” to all these silly notions and rules and everything in between. For me: my sisters are my sisters, blood or not I love you the same. You are by my side, never to leave me and as I have realised it is quite true that “In the cookies of life, sisters are the chocolate chips“. (Author Unknown)

So my dear darling beautiful chocolate chips, I dedicate this beautiful poem to you all, which sums up aptly what I feel.

From one sister to another: “I carry your heart with me” By E.E.Cummings

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
Anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant,
and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows,
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart.
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart).
TO MY BLOOD AND BIOLOGICAL SISTER I SAY: “Some sisters only see each other on Mother’s Day and some never see each other their whole lives and even some who will never speak again.  But no sisterhood is like yours and mine… linked by volatile love, best friends who make other best friends ever so jealous” (Patricia Volk)


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