Diary of an Introverted Extrovert

It was a good night, not really cold and not even hot and contrary to the London’s normal weather it was not raining. But I was not good. I was staying in side home and office for a month now and it was eating me up. Yeah I cannot stay in side or with just the work for long, I have a soul of a wanderer which always pushes me to go out randomly without any destination. To look under the city instead of looking at it. Randomly I got up and went to the place which was my first outing destination in London, “The Piccadilly Circus”. I had seen that place twice by now but I always had a feeling like I have to see it more, like I have just visited it not seen it. It was a Friday night and the place was bustling as always. The lights the colours the people. Every one enjoying, everyone is happy, every one? No, not everyone was happy. Just like the streets of Lahore everybody here was with a story. The big bars and restaurants, the people there seemed so happy, dancing, cheering but ...

Yeah I know it’s been a month that I wrote the part one of this blog but I was really busy and was just not feeling like writing anything. Let’s continue from where I left telling you about that walk. After the monument I moved towards the London Bridge which is one of the oldest bridges over the river Thames. Just to tell you a quick fact, the existing queen of Great Britain has also the code name after this bridge and the code line in case of her death is “London Bridge has Fallen”. Well coming to the point again, I was standing on the London bridge looking at the old Tower Bridge, The Shard, some other old and new buildings and at that time it occurred to me again same as back in Lahore with the old tree. The old, peaceful river Thames started talking to me, telling me stories of the old times. It told me the transition of this place from a primitive place with no facilities to the center of an empire on which the sun never sets, and then again in to a small but power full ...