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 Many Faces of Love… ~2~

Once upon a time, there was a boy. He brought a smile to the face of everyone who met him. He never had to talk, just the happiness that shone in his eyes was enough. He had a dream one night, and he loved it. He loved it so much, he decided to never let go of it, and chase it down even if it took him all day. As the days passed, it didn’t seem any closer, but he still battled on. He had many dreams after that one. Some came true, some didn’t but he never felt so much restlessness for the other dreams, as he felt for that one.

One day, his parents told him, “If you love someone, let them go. If they were meant for you, they will return, otherwise, they were never yours in the first place.”

He thought on it. Maybe it was a person they were talking of. Not his dream. But his parents had told him it was meant for life in general. And his parents were wise. Shouldn’t he listen to them? Yes, he decided. And let go of the dream. Let it slip through his fingers, even though his heart told, “Hold on. Don’t let go. Your hands are just about to grip it.” He decided, it wasn’t worth dreaming. He took a dream his parents always talked of, and chased that. But his heart wasn’t with him a 100 percent. A few years into his journey, his old dream resurfaced. And he was so happy, he held on to it without a second thought.

So much love involved, isn’t it? The boy loved his dream, and chased it. The boy loved his parents, and loved them so much, he chose their dream ahead of his own, and then when the old dream he loved returned, he loved that even more too. So often, we think that a dream is but a dream. We see it one night, and it loses meaning once we awaken. But it isn’t so. It lasts a long time, and we dream it because our heart loves it and decides to show it as a right path to us.

But what’s the path for the boy now? Should he chase his dream, or the one his parents had seen for him? What if his parents continue to see their dream, and not his? Is it love that makes them push their dreams into his, even when he puts his dream to the front, now that he knows its return means it was his from the moment he saw it?

The Many Faces of Love… ~1~

“If you love someone, let them go. If they were meant for you, they will return, otherwise, they were never yours in the first place.”

This has been said and read so much that it would be engrained in many minds, that it would be the first thing anyone might say to someone who has just had their heart broken.

But is it that easy? Of course not. Maybe to say, but not actually to do. And no, it doesn’t necessarily have to be a “romantic” love that you need to let go at times. There is love in friendship, but to build it over years and then suddenly, one fine day, say “I’m sad, and I need to be alone to solve it, so please understand me, and go away” is not at all easy. Not for the one who says, or for the one who does. In such a case, does that saying make any sense? If you were close, and you never felt the need to be alone, or let go of them because you loved them for so many years, why suddenly let go? Over the years, it’s that love which has seen you through your highs and your lows, happiness and sadness… When you need that love the most, why the thought arises that you need to be alone to solve it? I can’t quite understand that line of thought at all.