I see frames everywhere, not only because I am on my own little self-exploiting journey of becoming a photographer, I always saw them. I saw people, I saw their mood swings and I saw their straight faces with gazing eyes, searching for something to cling on to and find comfort from. I never saw things, I saw characters; characters of the people who touched them.
As a kid my favouritest place was to sit on the stairs next to my local café. I sat there for hours. It was like watching television and surfing through the channels rigorously. I got to be a part of their lives like this anonymous, invisible character. Anonymous but not completely non-judgmental. I saw them subjectively and more I did that more predictable they became.
Everyone left a part of themselves on that coffee table. Sometimes a little warmth in the froth left behind and sometimes coldness in the empty chairs.
I always took these leftovers with me.
Inside my little brain I have a huge corner reserved for these leftovers. A million smiles, cries and tries that I have saved up for years, makes me who I am today.
Even though I walked down those stairs years ago I find a part of me waiting there for someone to pick up on my leftovers. Until then I walk up more stairs and capture more lives.
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You know what I liked the most about this post?? that it is real and straight from the heart and i could connect and understand every bit of it. all can see but some can feel and only a few can write these emotions well...keep writing...
ReplyDeleteThanks Righterr.... Nice to know I am connecting...
ReplyDelete-waiting there for someone to pick up on my leftovers-
ReplyDeleteto think of it, is that not why you like those stairs? is it not the hope that someone will save up on your smiles, your cries and your tries? is it not the wait for someone to capture your life?
Yes, a wait indeed. A very long never ending wait...leftovers are not everybody's to pick...
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