a quiet morning
I Believe that it's the ordinary that is so distinguished. I am only an amateur who sees the mundane with a twist. Goes around putting titles on self-perceived moments as life goes on by...
i know this isn't a photograph but it's something i had made a long time ago, just doodling in class, and to me it represents how we are chained to the different norms and "accepted" ways of behaviour and how those themselves are chains which are just one of the many links of the chain called society.
its very rare that i put mehendi on my hands, in this it looks as if i have blood on my hand
i hope u can see what i seem to perceive, think of the twisted form as that of a person holding on to himself very tightly with knees bunched up, lying down yet suspended...
the triangular forms on the left seem to become the body of a man with a traingular head and arms holding on to the cage
raw, this is a bottle of Sprite
raw, this was taken in the middle of a cafeteria full of people IN BROAD DAYLIGHT and i swear there is absolutely no tweaking in it except for adding the text, other than that the picture has been snapped as it is.
P.S. thanx random stranger :)
raw, this was taken in the middle of a cafeteria full of people IN BROAD DAYLIGHT and i swear there is absolutely no tweaking in it except for adding the text, other than that the picture has been snapped as it is.
P.S. thanx nafsh for being such a sport
raw, this was taken in the middle of a cafeteria full of people IN BROAD DAYLIGHT and i swear there is absolutely no tweaking in it except for adding the text, other than that the picture has been snapped as it is.
P.S. thanx nafsh for being such a sport
i love this one, love sana's smile, so big so true. And i like the way the light played up sara's face in the background
i love taking pictures of people who have no clue that they are being photographed. (I do tell them later though)
taken on top of the 1st floor window ledge right outside our cafeteria, I'm laying down on the very edge of it to take this pic.
I wish I could take credit for the words but the phrase has been taken from a poem by Atiya Dawood
raw, camera = creative webcam, my room, lighting - a single desk lamp