An (almost) Forgotten Promise …

Well, friendship is sort of love, isn’t it? You care enough for your friend, you would do a lot to make them happy, and be happy with them too. But what if some time, somewhere, for some reason, a friend cannot be where he should be? Does the love and care become blemished? Or do memories of what that friendship was, and is, and possibly would be, continue to keep things happy? Maybe it’s a mixture of both. I guess the other author of this blog, my best friend Janhvi would say the same too. It’s not that we mean to forget, but it just happens. Life’s like that (not an excuse for the forgetting, but just something that I feel comes in the way, or influences that).

Over the years since this blog has come into existence, Blemished Love has had one ardent reader. That reader is a great friend of both us authors. Cheerful, perky, sometimes shy and definitely a dear to all her loved ones, she’s someone I feel can be very fun, the one who cheers me up when I’m in that gloomy mood that seems like a bottomless well I’m falling into, and mature beyond her years when she gives out gyaan (much needed at that time).

I’ve been reading her blog since years now. She surprises me with her writing. She’s talented in both prose and poetry, writes what she feels like writing, and has a lot of admirers. How can she not? It’s her friendship through words, like her blog name, “My Friendship”. If she decides to become fast, true friends with you, then you’re lucky. She’s won a bronze blogaton once, but she wins more hearts with her entries I think, and that would make her a winner any day.

She believes in simplicity of words, and that beauty is reflected in hers. She loves to live in her imaginary world, and takes me to that world too. She’s says she’s very moody, but I’ve seen her always happy, not moody.

It’s been a while since I left her “My Friendship” a comment. It’s been a while since I’ve been telling her I would. It’ll possibly be a while since I would give her a proper comment. But a promise I had made to her, that I have inadvertently broken. Yesterday, 19th October 2013 was her blogoversary! It’s been 3 years since her “My Friendship” has come to existence. I’d told her I’ll send a dedication her way. But it has skipped my mind with a lot of other things going in and out of that mind lately.

For a friendship
That has been long
For “My Friendship”
A beautiful song
Never forgotten
Words and rhyme
They make me smile
Each and every time
These three years
It’s gone so fast
What you’ve written
Seems so vast
Write more now
Smile more too
This is what I felt
To write to you

Happy blog anniversary, Sims, from both the authors of this blog!


The end of the road

Yesterday night, another one of the journeys of my life came to a dead end. For reasons of which I am still in denial my relationship came to an end yesterday.

It hurts that you give someone your everything and it does not work out.

I so want to play the blame game right now and put it all on him but I need to understand that it takes two people for anything to work or fail.

To be honest I don’t even know why I am putting this out here and not in my personal diary. But whatever be the reason, I know one thing. After nearly 3 years of blogging, I am in some ways more comfortable with my readers here than maybe even my personal diary.

To all of you who came here expecting to read a post, I am sorry you had to face a rant.

Take care everyone. And though this won’t make much sense coming from someone most probably in depression, but don’t think too far ahead in life, the more elaborate plans you make, the more it hurts when they break.


Note : This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance in name, place etc to any person is purely coincidental.




Amrita was just another girl who had just turned twenty. She was very lucky woman for her age because she was in a no time-pass no nonsense long term relationship. There was no question as to the fact that she was very much in love with the man who loved her equally. Also their relationship was much mature owing to the fact that it was not a week or month old but had been there for a long time now.

Even in those moments when she was angry or upset at him, there was never even a thought that she might not love him or vice versa. Obviously not everything was picture perfect, but she understood that so was the case in every relationship of every kind.  The differences of opinion she had with him did not dampen their love.

Still, there was one ‘little complication’ in her heart. Though she loved dearly her boyfriend and was completely loyal to him, her heart was divided in two as she also loved dearly another man. When she had first met him, it had seemed to Amrita that this other man was no more than a fleeting crush. A feeling that would go away soon. It didn’t.

With the passage of time, her love for both men grew. While many thought it was impossible to love two people in the same manner at the same time, she disagreed. If it was perfectly normal to be in love with two men at different times, why was it any different if both were present at one time. Love is an emotion and it is not something that happens systematically as to only fall in love once you no longer love another person. In actuality, there can never be falling out of love, so she loved them both.



Now, while loving the other man, she knew very clearly that relationships were the last thing he was looking for. His calling in life was different and falling in love was something he actively avoided. Also she was sure that he was the kind of person to leave decisions such as that of a life partner on his parents or other people he trusted in that regard.

However, Amrita was fearful. She feared that if someday, her ‘second love’ did indeed fall in love, how would she react? How would she react if he fell in love with another woman? But more importantly, how would she react if he fell in love with her? He knew very well she was in a relationship, but what if in some manner she were to come to know of his love for her. What would she do then?

The choice between the two men she loved would maybe drive her crazy. And though she loved the second man with all her heart, just like she loved the first one, she knew not what to hope for in the future. Should she hope for the man to love another and move away or should she hope for him to fall in love with her and stay?

Amrita had no answers to her mindset and knew that it was, to put it simply, “complicated”.