2025- A personal note

A family tragedy, personal trauma and my long absence

I rarely write personal posts because I find them difficult and irrelevant to the work. But I need to explain my long absence this year and thank everyone who continued supporting this project.

This year was very difficult, and this is the most difficult blog post I’ve ever written.

On June 13th, my beloved Uncle Shekhar died. He wasn’t just my uncle—people used to joke about how close we were. People would joke that I was his eldest daughter. I was devastated. But if it were the death of my uncle alone, I wouldn’t have been dysfunctional.

My uncle with his wife

The very next day, the man who had been my partner for the past two years decided to f*ck someone else instead of staying and comforting me. As I was quickly trying to get to my uncle’s funeral, he went missing. I boarded the airplane. When I landed, I was in for a great surprise. As soon as I took my phone out of airplane mode, I was hit with a pornographic video from the other woman. I was in an airport, and I didn’t know how to process it. So I did what I naturally did when I had a problem I couldn’t solve and tried to call my beloved Uncle Shekhar. But this time, only to realize that he was gone.

The man I thought I loved, and who I mistakenly believed loved me, showed me less compassion than random strangers. A flight attendant on Finnair saw my grieving face and moved me up to business class so that I could cry privately. To add insult to injury, the other woman, as if to dance on my uncle’s grave, sent me extremely disgusting messages (Click here, to read, I would rather not relive this)

This dual trauma and betrayal hit me hard. I was unable to grieve for my uncle because every time I tried, the other betrayal would invade my memories. I was unable to write, research, or do the other tasks that made Historic.ly possible.

After a while, I was able to get my PTSD treated and psychologically improve enough to be functional. I decided to reinterpret the trauma as a final gift from my uncle from heaven, showing me the true nature of the man who was clearly unworthy. I have so many good memories of my uncle, like the time he took me to Disneyland.

For those of you who stayed as paid subscribers during this time, there are no words to thank you.

For those of you who chose to unsubscribe, I would like to apologize. I am really sorry. I let you down. For that, I have no excuses, and I seek to rebuild your trust. I hope you will reconsider and become a subscriber again.

I hope that in the past week or two, I have made up for the lack of content. I intend to continue 2026, strongly with my series on every anti-communist talking point debunked:

I would also like to finish my series on Noam Chomsky which has been a long time coming.

Luckily, I was finally able to get my hands on the domain name historic.ly, and I will be transferring the site there with more content within the first few weeks of January.

I also hope to finish my book I have been working on for the past few years: “A People’s History of the Soviet Union.”

Most importantly, I wish everyone a happy new year.