LONELY IN THE CARNIVAL by Arabian Oud {R}

This world is like a carnival, with different kinds of people, of different tastes, styles, attitudes, thinking and desires but it is very difficult to find someone who is the one for you.

The one who is sincere and can stand by you through thick and thin without asking for anything in return. Someone who does not put down conditions.

Love is a two way road but nowadays we find a materialistic road of lust and fake emotions, it is a one way, single sided emotions, people getting hurt. Two timings and players are a thing of a common trend.
" In a moment of this hustle bustle, everything seems so useless, I lost myself into materialism and kept maintaining my sanity with work and work, then accompanied by more work and materialistic gains became my goals, but I walked out on emotions which kept me alive. Blood still kept running in my body and my soul kept pumping but something was missing, I never felt so alive as I did when I was in love.

As people walked past, I felt so hypnotised, searching for your face in this crowd of strangers.
It is very easy to feel lonely in the carnival of life, even though you are surrounded by a million of people sadness will still overtake you.

Shot: Moroccan fair- Covent Garden@ London, 2003

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