A Tale of Four Sisters

A tale of four Sisters

They were two

Who met in concord to be bonded

Bonded together not to be unfused by anything.

Together they weathered the storms

Together they fought and won

Together secrets they shared

Secrets which unknown to any other was.

Secrets which made the bond stronger.

Nothing happened to one that the other is

Caught unawares. And that the other

Will say. “I know not.”

Such was the tale of the two

The two bonded and lovely friends.

Day after day

Rolling into weeks after week

Becoming months into months

Graduating into years upon years,

There came an additional two to these

Two bonded fellows who were but younger

Than they were. Thus there began a tale

Of four jolly bonded sisters. The two added

Sisters blended perfectly and well with the previous two

And they become the cynosure of all eyes

Eyes that surround them

Eyes that are friends

Eyes that are neighbours.

All bore witness to the jellying of the four

To become four inseparable sisters.

Friends came into them, friends added to them

They threatened their existence not until

One force came trying, struggling intermittently

To put them asunder. The force, a respectable

One. The one which is obvious of their

Jellying together for a reason best known to it,

Is fastly pulling them apart!!!

Such is life...

Who is to there to trust?

Who is there to confide in?

I know not. Do you?

The force is one that should have been a source

A source of fostering of unity among them.

But it is proving otherwise.

It all began when one of the sisters

Became extra tied to her mother’s apron strings

When her home going became incessant

When she became ill advised by the force

The force so insensitive

The force being jealous of another

The force being so naive that one

Doesn’t destroy, that one should

Rather build and employ. The ill advised sister

Came back to the others

Came back a changed sister.

Then, she began calling for separation

We should go in twos, said she

One older and one younger, continued she.

I with you, she with her, ended she.

That was it. The others tried to make her

Make her see reason that it is uncalled for

Let’s get a bigger house, they said.

But lo and behold! This sister

Was so poisoned that she stood aloof

From the rest forgetting that a house divided

Divided against itself is bound to fall.

The once united and indivisible sisters

Now became divided. They became three to one.

The neighbours can’t interfere.

Outsiders are cautious to approach.

So, I ask myself again and again

For the first and umpteenth time. Why can’t

That foolish force repair rather than rend

Asunder the very fabric of the sisters’ existence?

What will be the fate of the four sisters

That were once inseparable?

Will they separate? How will they separate?

All these I know not answers to.

Can you help me with them?

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