allow..

One day she'd wake up, only to find herself in love..

afraid..

There is something pretty about unrequited love..

anxiety..

Scared as shit but trying to breathe..

atlast..

It was a moment to remember..

anticipation..

A life full of contradictions..

aghast..

How do mothers exactly know..

awashed..

The pain washes everything away and sanity intervenes in the form of mothers..

absurdness..

And the obvious was ignored when it shouldn't have..

aghh..

Deliberations and then some more..

align..

A quest to make it simple..

aid..

The best of ideas and thoughts come to her in the shower,
If only she had means to write them down then..

authentic..

This space demands honesty,
Just nothing less..

acid..

She is not happy with the place she is at right now,
The realisation of her actions will take a while to sink in..

ashes..

Sometimes it feels that she is moving towards nothing..

arena..

And so she goes round and round and round..

aspiring..

Only if there was an Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind: in practice..

afloat..

Little conversations that make you stay bouyant..

agony..

She just wants to let it go away..

ahh..

Low on love..

always..

It's the snowball effect of a book..

action..

This leap year demands a leap of faith..

abort..

Ctrl+Alt+Del
There are so many sitiuations that she can apply it to..

alter..

The resilient behaviour is difficult to comprehend..

baffled..

The way things change..

acquiescent..

It is funny to realise how malleable one can be,
You just need that slight pressure and you change like you never knew how it was before..

ignore..

Taken for granted..

termination..

The thought of ending it has crossed her mind more than once,
And later she just might resort to it.

The option still remains..

answer..

Evolving is the key..

demand..

Love being loved..

cheery..

When you are happy and you know it,calp your hands..
Clap clap clap..