why is it only after we plunge into the deep end that we realize we can't breathe...

why is it only after we plunge into the deep end that we realize we can't breathe..., originally uploaded by Voices In My Head.
raw, this is a bottle of Sprite
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...
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