Cutting out deadwood
I am back to romancing my blog. I am sorry I was away for a long time. I should have kept in touch. I treated you also as deadwood. You know what deadwood is? Wood that dies, rots and cannot grow roots. It must be chopped off at the right time, else it infects the entire tree. Likewise, in life, we have several such people, relations that are no longer useful. These people and relations need to be cut off at the right time, else they become like an infected wound. These can come into your life masquerading as friends, they will say things that make you reach out to them, then when you are stuck in their emotional melodramas, they suck you in, slowly, oh so slowly, into their web of deceit and hatred. Helen was one such woman. Always a cynic. An atheist. I loved her bindaas attitude, when I first met her. I thought it was cool to question each and every ritual practiced by our forefathers, cool to ask questions, cool to just, rebel. I was so far g...