It was the first thing that mesmerised her when she visited her dad for her summer holidays. At 6, she moved to these place, a place far away from busy traffic sounds with nothing but loads and loads of rain and Lights.
When the evening dawned over these place, the place was a paradise flooded with lights flickering from traffic signals, cars and the residents from the town below. And yes, it was the BEST when winter came with all its colourful Christmas lights. Daddy would carry her around his shoulder where she got the best view of her favourite thing, the lights in the town below.
The lights had been a witness to her Happy days, her heartaches and her dreams.
There was a different level of addiction , because the lights guided her and comforted her, through good times and bad times. And today, even after 20 years, every time she took a peek out of her window or stood outside her house, she felt enchanted like the little chubby girl who came for her summer holidays, got addicted to the lights and never left.
I write using inspirations. A fresher here, but hoping to do my best and catch the vibes here.