OUT OF THE WOODWORK



Today is my ‘picture’ day. I got this love of pictures from my father. I don’t like taking pictures though and always felt that pictures are mini dead moments that we freeze down from the passing Time. I feel that frantic tourists, who want to photograph every second of vacation, are time assassins, bottling Time into glass frames… like entomologists, going around picking insects and pinning them under a glass covered box, for people to see…
I like looking at pictures though, and could not reconcile these contradictions in myself… And today, I found this picture. A picture I got from a friend, who named it “darjeh-1” (Step-1)… and I remembered. I remembered the steps where we used to ‘chill out’; I remembered the cigarette breaks, the cell phones, and the cold coffees. I remembered my friends and I felt better about today. I still love them as I did before and distance and time didn’t change me a bit!