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"CLiCK!"

              'Click!', the shutter goes off. I don't know what the sound of a shutter going off does to you, but to me it creates an insatiable feeling from inside that provokes me to live in "a" moment, a bit more closely. The lust for capturing the glimpse of an unrequited moment is kind of an addiction to me. Photography is something to me what morning coffee does to you or when the soft breeze touches your skin and piercing through it sways every nerve of your body. It is something through which I feel a bit more alive rather than just breathing. It is like I am born and reborn through that "one" shot of the camera. I find a new life in every picture clicked. I can crawl, I can roam around, I can fly and not care about anything but that particular instance and relive it once more for a split of a second. It makes me feel free. Through photography, I learn the effortless beauty of an occurrence. As it's said that a picture is worth a thousand words, I do believe in that. Because you see, a photograph is not just only a moment captured inside a frame but also the each and every bit , here and there, that is persuaded by that one click and it tells of every thing that is no longer to come. All these make a place for this vagabond to reside in and call it a "home".
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