Sisters
By Adreyo Sen
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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.