31st March 2025

I don’t know who needs to read this or how it will reach them, but what I experienced today was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. It was moving, overwhelming, and profound. And while it is my greatest honor that this blog is about her—my best friend, my elder sister by choice, my family—what she did today was something beyond words.

In India, for centuries, She/Her has been treated as a word of weakness. The yearning for a son after the birth of a daughter is still deeply rooted in our society. But today, she was the strongest person I have ever seen, a failing proof of this ideology.

I have been surrounded by strong women all my life, but if I feel compelled to write about her today, it is because she stood as the epitome of strength. She, my guide in life, my partner in building a home in an unfamiliar city, the one who has taught me everything—from karma to relationships, from career to finances. I feel like i was made of soft clay and she shaped my ideologies, making it meaningful. But today, she didn’t just teach me; she showed me what a lioness looks like.

She lost her father—her support system, her protector—in a sudden, tragic accident, miles away from home. I had heard how she managed to handle all the formalities alone. But today, I saw her carry out the final rituals all by herself, like an iron. While the world mourned their loss, my eyes were fixed on her. She stood there, unwavering, performing each ritual with the resilience of steel. She wasn’t just mourning; she was honoring. She was a soldier who braved the combat in a world where daughters are still considered delicate and you ask her weapon,  oh! Its kindness, her sword is her wisdom.

I wept not just for the loss but for the sheer magnitude of her strength. It was a rare, almost uncanny feeling—to grieve yet be overwhelmed with pride. My only regret? That I never got to meet her father. I wish I could tell him what an incredible daughter he raised. I wish he could have seen her today, standing tall, unshaken, powerful. I wish he could have witnessed the fire in her eyes, the strength in her stance—so much like his own. Her resemblance to him is striking, not just in features but in spirit.

She is my pillar, and today, I saw her become an unbreakable force. One by one, she carried out rituals so difficult, yet with the grace of a warrior. I can only imagine the kind of children she will raise—fierce, kind, and resilient. For months, I prayed for God to protect her smile, but today, I saw something even greater: a fierce protector herself, a goddess in human form, embodying the spirit of Durga.

And I am in awe.

I have always loved her as my own, but today, my love and respect for her have deepened beyond words. She is my strength, my guide, my safe haven. To have her in my life is one of my greatest blessings, and I made a promise to her father’s burning pyre in my heart, that I will stand by her as fiercely as she stood today. No matter what life throws at us, she will never walk alone. I will remind her of her strength on the days she forgets, lift her up when she stumbles, and celebrate her victories like my own. Because she is not just my best friend, not just my sister—she is my heart, a steely warrior and yet an epitome of gentleness. She is the sibling i chose. She is a part of my family.

Today, I witnessed the raw, untamed power of womanhood. Strength is not about physical prowess or dominance; it is about resilience, grace, and the ability to stand tall even in the face of unimaginable pain. Society may have long undermined the power of She, but today, she redefined it for me. Womanhood is not fragile—it is fierce, it is unwavering, it is divine. And as I sit here, still reeling from the emotions of the day, one truth shines brighter than ever: women are warriors, and my sister, my best friend, is the fiercest of them all.

I wish i could tell her father, Mr.Vijay you actually are as your name, victorious of having raised a warrior in the world of daddy's little princesses.