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SistersBy Adreyo Sen QuailBellMagazine.com In quietly precious moments, that pass almost unnoticed, except for an unexplainable feeling of bliss, we betray those better beings we are so keen to conceal. Sara fights all the time. She calls her Radha names. She pulls her hair and slaps her till both of them cry. But when the girls, all of them, are dancing in a circle, look at Sara grip Radha’s hand, watch Radha grip her back. The careful looseness of that hold makes me love Sara the way she does not like to be loved, or love: deeply. The hold says: Fly away from me, fly away all you want, sweet bird of my dreams, I’ll come and find you, sweet bird, when you need me. My Sara loves my Radha very much. Adreyo Sen, based in Calcutta, India hopes to become a full-time writer. He did his undergraduate work in English and his postgraduate work in English and Sociology. Adreyo Sen has been published in Danse Macabre and Kritya.
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