“This is a hundred year old bungalow madam” said the manager. She had an uncomfortable feeling as she opened the gate. It was like she had seen the place before. She turned around to talk to the manager. He wasn’t there but someone was staring at her intently from inches away. The woman looked exactly like her.
Lost on road in the middle of nowhere, in an unknown country, she saw the cathedral. It seemed more familiar than it should have. The feeling eerily oscillated between déjà vu and a premonition. She fought the chill running through her spine as she walked towards it. She didn’t know if the place she was seeing was a part of her past or future, but the attraction was compelling.
She opened the door of the almost empty hall, between the candles flickering around she saw herself standing at altar wearing a white gown, holding yellow flowers in her hands.
Are you lost, asked a man who saw her gazing into nothingness
I might not have know where I was going, but I have reached exactly where I was suppose to be, she replied.
Photo credit: Poonam Thaval (she owns a piece of my heart)