I search you in my status viewers.
I wonder how would life had been,
If I didnot have a long term break up story to describe to people. Would I still be believing that butterflies in stomach is a thing? Or forehead kisses connect souls ? Would I accept you today if at all? I guess I would. Just to see how my broken self feels having its crusher back again. We would fall apart again though.Worth the try may be?
Ugh.
10 goddamn years and I still write about you.
You scoundrel.

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All offline examinations stand canceled.

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When no one's around.
You gifted it to me after all.
Promising me, the world? Ah!
Amidst my internal battles,
To whether hate or miss you,
I read that book.
Behind the lines of ,
"Letters to my Daughter",
I feel you, Papa.

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he had promised to return.

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Cotton kurti, bindi and
a stethoscope around my neck.

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his, "You are my forever. "

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discovering a new Tea stall.

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parent's expectations.

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reveal the names of all those Murderers whose sins it witnessed helplessly for years.

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she fails to exist.

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