I do not know why I started this blog in the first place. As the name suggests, these are the broken thoughts of a broken heart. Perhaps I am angry and I need to vent. Perhaps deep inside, secretly, I want the one who I loved to read this and feel hurt. Or perhaps I just want the world to know my story, archived in this blog, forever.

May be I am weighed down by excess of pride and a bit of shame, because of which I have not been able to inform any family or friends about my plight (except my parents, and thank God, for that!).

It would not be an understatement to say that my life at the moment is a complete mess – both professionally and personally.

Having studied in one of the premier engineering colleges in India, I plunged into the world of entrepreneurship without any delay (which sounds poetic, but make no mistake, is tough life). Hailing from a middle class family, I failed in two startups, yet started one more against popular suggestion of taking up a job. Ah, the dream!

But the failure of my startups did not bog me down as much as this failure in love did.

Every time I failed in any aspect of professional life, I would say to myself, “I may have failed professionally, yet again, but at least I do have my love, my personal life figured out. I will get up again and fight the world with her beside me”.

Nine years later I figured out how wrong I was from the very beginning.

After nine years of relentless commitment, uncountable sacrifices and one minded love, I figured out that I was living a lie for the past three and half years – the seed for which was sown five long years ago.

The darkness, the secrets, the lies, the deceit, the pain. Oh, I should have known better.

This blog is a reflection of the broken thoughts of my broken heart. Perhaps you will find no coherence, consolation or continuity here, and in all probability it will break your heart too, but such is the truth about life and I have learnt that the hard way.