First of all thank you all for mails and comments asking me if I am alright.
I am not. I have had the worst few weeks of my life. And I am not able to write what I am going through here.
I started this blog in 2005 as I needed a place to write the good, bad and ugly things that happened/s in my life. I have MS and I wanted a place to keep my memories safe, so my kids will have access to them when my brain will no longer function. Most people have family they can lean on to in times of trouble. I don’t have that, so I relied on strangers around the world. Many of you have offered me a shoulder to lean on in times of trouble. We shared the laughter and shed the tears together.
It was comforting to know I was not alone.
My oldest sister used to read my diaries when I was a teenager and it then her snooping progressed to coming to my hostel and going through my stuff..and once she even came to the house where I stayed in Bangalore while I was away and got the key from the landlord and went through my stuff.
And now my sisters started to stalk me in this blog to an extent that even when they are on holidays in Timbuktu or Slovenia or wherever, they still visit my blog
I have made it clear many times why I walked away from my family. Apart from the fact that we shared a womb and a horrible childhood, I have nothing to do with my sisters. I do not have the contact details of my sisters and have made no attempt in the past 8 years to have any contact with any of them. I have not seen my youngest sister for well over a decade. I have never met my nephews or know their names. I will never see any of my sisters in this life time. I know one should never say never. But this is one thing I am pretty sure of. The one thing I wanted was to protect my children from my family. I felt the best gift I could give my children was to keep them as far away as possible from my family. Yet, when my sisters are reading this blog, I am not protecting my kids from them.
They have effectively limited my ability to write whatever that I wanted to write. Perhaps that is their aim.
I wish they would leave me alone.