It was 2022.

London felt alive in a way I can still taste—

crispy chips by the Thames,

spicy bites shared between laughs,

sticky fingers from something sweet

that none of us could pronounce properly,

but we all swore was the best thing ever.

My friends were beside me—

unfiltered, unhurried,

their voices like familiar songs I didn’t know I missed

until I heard them again just now.

And speaking of songs…

Ed Sheeran’s voice filled the night air.

We sang like no one could hear us,

or maybe we didn’t care if they could.

We weren’t just singing,

we were living—

shouting choruses with our whole lungs,

hearts wide open,

grateful just to be.

Back then, I didn’t know

this memory would hide in my phone

until today—

when it quietly tapped me on the shoulder

and whispered,

“You were happy here.”

And it’s true.

I was.

Maybe not every day.

But that day?

Yes.

And I’m thankful my phone remembered

when I almost forgot.

— Anj ❤