"One of the only reason I'm still alive is because of Personal Development"....said my sister, let me explain:

If you want living proof of the power of Personal Development...a person committed to working and developing themselves, discovering there true purpose or "self help" as some call it, my sister Sukhvinder Rajput...is it.

Let me tell you a little bit about my sister (Bubly)... She was featured on magazine covers for her beauty, and was set to star in a Bollywood movie, as the heroine. Top of her class, "A" grade student. Beautiful, confident, intelligent young women, who has everything going for her, until it came. From the ages of about 16 to about 32 my sister suffered from chronic excema.


Medical definition of excema
An acute or chronic noncontagious inflammation of the skin, characterized chiefly by redness, itching, and the outbreak of lesions that may discharge serous matter and become encrusted and scaly

My sister has been in and out of hospital throughout her life, and at one point was wheelchair bound, as the soars on her knees were so thick, that she couldn't even stand. Till this day she says; "the only reason I'm still alive is because of personal development".


A poem I've written in tribute to my sister
(I'm no poet, but I'll try for Bubly)

Sister sister have you been housed
Sister sister are you well

From ward to ward, wheel chair bound
You never gave up

From Black Sisters to women shelters
You never gave up

You wore bandages like the mummy and have a heart full of a pharaohs gold.
Liquid gold I know, as it would seep through your bandages time to time.

This girl became a women and didn't even know, excema created a worm hole,
and she had no control.

Dad became "that man", brother a "bastard."
They breathed fire and her sensitive skin obsorbed it all

Against disease, and abuse, she stands.
An ancient warrior. A martyr of her own life.

Sister sister, you are my inspiration
Sister sister, you are above average

Your caring and protecting spares, have sheilded me.
Your experiences through my eyes have changed me.

I can translate my eyes but I can't imagine your pain as mine.
When it's your book signing I'll be first in line.



Please leave some comments/words of inspiration for my sister to read, as it would bring a smile to her face. Thank you for reading