The Gravity of "Us"
I am a very family person. I love my family. I love my immediate family to death, but I also love parts of my extended family. Not that all of us are great or characters from the movie “Hum Saath Saath hain”. We bitch, we gossip, we do panchayat, we take offence, we give offence and the whole 9 yards. But somehow we still manage to be nice to each other. We still manage to love each through all the lies and backstabbing. We fight on petty things, but we also forgive easy, well most of us. And we’ve had big fights. Fights where it felt like it was impossible to come back from, and guess what we came back. We might bitch about each other, but we fiercely protect each other from the world. Yeah, I can bitch about them, Geetika, you keep your trap shut. Think of it as a bunch of us being help together by clay, sometimes, someone comes off loose, but with just a tad bit of water, easy fix. But off late, I think the clay in starting to harden and is becoming brittle. Guess global warming has...