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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."

clapboard

White Balance Thursday, April 24, 2008 |

She turns to her friend and looks over the stained coffee cup, "Why do you keep asking me about where it will lead? Yes, sometimes it scares me to think I might fall into the chains of attachments, of obsessions and of possessiveness. But I found that fear comes in a relationship, when expectations run high. Since the future would always look out-of-sorts/reach for me, I stopped analyzing my new-ties, instead taking it a day at a time. If my ego did take a turn suddenly because of any resentment, I shall remember, he is a gift, that need be treasured and is not a constant bank from where I invest my happiness, *takes a sip* because happiness is constant only when found within self."

And 'CUT'.

BG - Night traffic honks, horns and screeches

Montage Sequence 1 Friday, April 18, 2008 |

"I have received a thousand kisses, not one less loved. I nomad at the most-loved hour and hope the mirage last."

Close-up of holding hands