London in Film

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Walked through the delights of the city, glanced at every nook and cranny. Admired architecture, smelled the scent of crushed flowers – contrasting and different, but working together so seamlessly. Had dancing colours of sunsets mirrored in her own eyes, how blessed she was to touch the diamonds of nature.

Had the constant urge to capture scenes, freeze moments in time, remember what was seen that too often gets lost amid the fast-paced energy the air brings. Slow down, slow down, slow down.

Thought about what could have happened, what could have been. Thought about why some things unfolded the way it did, tried to remind herself that everything happened for a reason. Thought that maybe waiting a little longer, leaving time to make decisions for her, would bring certain joy – even the simplest joy, that was all she wanted. Till today, still waiting. As if someone paused the clip in the middle of a movie, left to attend to something more important, then forgot about the plot altogether. But with hope that someday, this someone decides to replay the motion picture, she will continue to wait.


“Rivers know this: There is no hurry, we shall get there some day.”


x, Nat.

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