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Scene

"I see myself moved on to a different demented level. To a wider stage, exposed to an insane full forced-bright spot light hitting me on my face. Pity, it only makes me blink and creates more shadows."

Shot

"The tree pouts out infant green buds, in pride. And flowers, each petal that blushes at sunlight, enhancing its hues. The light wafts of fragrance of fresh smelling grass, glissening with dew, that fills our mind and keeps it afloat on the clouds of eternal afluence of breezed thoughts. Butterflies appear almost quickly to flutter in and out duelling for each flower. Yes, spring is in."

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Intermission

Stamped: 8:08 AM

She turns and says, 'When I was a little girl, there were all these people who lifted me high up in the air and swung me till I squealed with delight, tickled till I laughed, till tears rolled down my cheeks, gave me random hugs whenever I scampered in and out of the room, and pinched my cheek and kissed it every now and then. Love was very free of cost and bountiful. But now, when I'm all grown up, all mature and supposedly figured out what-life-was-all-about, I cant help but notice the lack of that four letter word. The very mention of it, creates doubts, whether the other person wants something from me? or am I being used? or even, why me? And sometimes this misinterpretation of affection, when I find out, is really genuine.. I am clueless about how to reciprocate. And end up feeling empty when I 've nothing to give.'
She turns back and looks at the sea.

BG - Sound of the waves washing over

And 'CUT'.

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