A year apart they were born. In the same neighborhood they belonged. Being the first to both parents, they were pampered and kept the apple of their eyes. Without a reason, some universal force made them first friends and first sisters to each other. They took their first steps, spoke their first words and sang their first rhymes almost around the same time. The parents and their little girls. Their bright red peddle - cycles with the rabbit face. The Barbie dolls. The alphabet shaped fridge magnets. It was colorful. There were smiles. Only smiles. They prayed to different Gods; Hailed from different towns. But they were girls who learnt to crawl together. No history, no religion, no society or no ethnicity was going to change that. Never mind any of it. Years rolled by. But not too many though. The innocence and tenderness was still very much the image the little girls portrayed. Yet the colorful times happened to be...