Every ray of the sun pricked the skin differently. The near quietness inside, with only a drowsy lull of the aircraft engine, made the seat ever so slightly warmer and almost felt like home.
The orange rays brought with them an air of belonging , laced with nostalgia. Like a breath of fresh air, they revitalized memories of younger days when train journeys felt more vivid than the destinations themselves.
Feeling time pass so slowly in the cabin along with the collective sense of calm it carried , only reinforced that the purpose of life is to live it.
@satyanand.writes penned down my emotions a bit too accurately.
A girl once told me, there’s no such thing as right time. The first step is to get past the fear to attempt and not to be completely ready.
Growing up I used to think confidence was something you’re born with. Like some people just wake up and take up space and some of us learn to shrink. I was really good at shrinking. But Somewhere along the way i chose to not second guess everything. I stopped waiting for the right moment or time to try new things. Now i do things i love. Even things i afraid don’t love me back. I attempt with wide smile on. Cmon i even won an award for it;) And my smile is the widest when i have the people i love with me.
I’m still learning.
But at least now, I show up.
So this is your sign to try something that’s outside of your comfort zone.
“Don’t fake your smile. Your real one that’s the one,” he says every time he points the camera at me.
And then, almost predictably, followed by something utterly ridiculous to capture that very smile of mine.
Yes! we might have accidentally caught the golden hour on a workday, that quiet luxury of soft morning light, the kind photographers swear by.
The precision of the camera, paired with the perfect lens. A full-frame sensor that sees detail like memory does.
Somewhere between the light, the lens, and all these drifting thoughts, I realised something simple, I don’t force my smile when he shoots.
Well that’s the beauty of being seen
not posed, not perfected
but truly seen
by an artist.
കൂട്ട് . साथी . companion
A strange feeling to describe yet felt very intensely. It almost feels like a quiet breeze by the sea that calms you down. The stories that weave through forests for a lifetime, but for the abrupt realisation that one has reached the trek summit. The tiny steps that follow you around and become shorter as you grow older. The messy hands that help you build a huge sand castle only for it to be destroyed by the waves. A shot of espresso some may claim, but a red wine late in the night to others. Where will we be in this pale blue dot without the attachment to those around us?
caption: @mukund17_
