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The Tale of an Extraordinary Sisterhood

I have mentioned many times before that I am not the kind of girl who has many girlfriends. Or I am just not a very good friend in general. I have made and lost many friends in this journey of life so far. Some of them were good people. Some of them I am glad I could get rid of. In most cases I don’t quite recall why the friendship ended prematurely. Time has helped regenerate fresh tissues on the old scar of betrayal, backstabbing and disappointment. Or in some cases death came and put an end to it all. You can’t be mad at a dead person, especially if she was of your age and for some unknown reason death felt she was not to be allowed to live a full life. You dare not loathe her memory because she failed to meet your psychopathic loyalty.

I have two best friends. And surprisingly both of them are girls. Both are wild souls trapped in two gorgeous women's body. And probably that's why they fit in my life like two missing pieces of puzzle. I met D during my masters at ISI. Usually people drift apart after the course is complete. In our case, it was the opposite. She went to Bombay and I was in Calcutta. But never for a day had we felt the distance hindering our chemistry. Now she lives in Gujarat with her IIM professor husband and I am in Calcutta and distance still doesn’t bother us. We tell each other the inappropriate jokes that might give any man a run for his money. We share our secret insecurities that we dare not tell anyone else. Even when the expectations of parents get too hard to bear we have got each other’s back. I met A as part of a blogger community. I don’t even remember how exactly the conversation started. But we had one thing in common at that time. We were both going through some turbulence in our respective personal lives. What’s new about that, eh? Six years apart, many such ‘turbulence’ have come and gone in both our lives; she lives in whole another continent and we have met just twice so far. Yet we still can’t help feeling amazed every day by the fact that we can practically read each other’s mind. Sometimes days go by and we don’t get to talk to each other. Work, temporary depression, time gap, our very similar nature of going into self-imposed solitude – you name one and we have it. Yet when I saw her the other day coming out of Golbari with that gregarious smile that we both share it didn’t feel like we were meeting after almost two years. However, the bear hug and the simultaneous howl said on behalf of us how much we actually miss each other every day.

Ancient Greek playwright Aristophanes said that the original human had four hands, four legs and one head with two faces. They were so powerful that they became a threat to the gods. So Zeus cut them into two halves as punishment to their pride and condemned them to look for the other half of their soul for the rest of the eternity. Every day I look around and feel more convinced that we, humans, are cursed creatures. We have poisons like hatred, jealousy, anger flowing through our veins and yet from time immemorial we are constantly searching for that other half of our soul in the hope that it would give our sentient existence the ability to rise above mortality which we would carry forward to our next incarnations. And a few luckiest among us become successful in our quest. Sometimes not so conventionally. Or maybe not so easily. But who said that your best friend cannot be your soulmate? And look how lucky I am, I have got two.


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