A city, slow and strange.
Signs of old age adorning the streets and homes.
Some restored in hope of keeping it alive, some marked unsafe.
Hustle and bustle, news papers and cha.
A city of love,adda and blooming emotions.
In the network of wires and unnecessary clutter, our hearts get stuck.
Stuck in the memories of our first love, taming the butterflies in our stomach because your crush is yet to know how crazy and poetic you have become… in that hide and seek, somewhere someday, you find yourself.
Stuck in the steps of some unknown home in a familiar alley, where we first held hand… and felt our first kisses.
Every little street has millions of young souls stealing their own time.
Why do i always think of lovers and crushes when i think of this city?
@theshutterbong found this beautiful door, and i couldn’t stop myself from making this.♥️
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