The past couple of months were stormy for my family. Problems aren't something that can stir my ground but this one did... we were simply dragged into a dramatic situation with no involvement of ours in the first place. Worst part, the one who dragged us was someone we trusted, we are usually used by such people, aren't we?
The situation kept creeping in within many realms of my life, including my writings... my blog. My posts were turning into angry tides. My haikus reflected words from depressing hollow. I deleted, I scrapped, I refused to post such negativity.
Besides snapping at my friends, and snubbing them I indulged myself into reading, I read some 10 books in this span of time. Tolstoy, Shakespeare, Agatha Christie, Jhumpa Lahiri became my companions. My closest friends of course stood by my side and helped me come back to track. The most important part was I and my parents never gave up hope and stood by each other, supporting each other. The bond is rock solid.
The drama still lingers but I and my family are happy and blessed.