I believe when we write about the ills & ugliness of the world, we should also have the guts to write about the ills in our own backyard. We all have skeletons in our closets. We may pretend otherwise. It doesn’t matter, because there is a big difference between angels & humans.

Whatever I write about my personal life & family, I do tell my mother about that. I don’t want others to tell her what I have written on the blog. Ammi & Z do respect my work. They do not agree with everything though. Yesterday I felt that both of them have been a little uneasy, because of what I wrote in Trapped 2. But they didn’t ask me to delete anything or to make any kind of change. However, I have deleted one of the paragraphs, as these are 2 very important people.

I have been thinking that when we genuinely care about someone, it’s hard for us to speak the truth. Which means we shouldn’t care at all :P Actually before we write anything, we are also humans. I thought I was a machine & nothing could come in my way. And yes I have deteriorated as a person over the years. I used to be quite sensitive about lots of things. Now I don’t even cry when anything bad happens in my life.

I think I owe an apology to my readers as I have made this change. I don’t have issues with the ones who read me. But when I thought about the people who read me while that damn blognetwork was alive, it still boils my blood. And keeping in mind that kind of nuisance also, I deleted that paragraph.

The thing is...they didn’t ask me to do anything...they could have & I kept thinking about it. I have always tried to write with honesty & hopefully I will continue to do that, because I really don’t see the point of highlighting faults of others & at the same pretending to be someone who is without faults.