How many of us have waited for the “Admitted into Hogwarts” all our lives and shed tears over it? How many of us have conspired to build the flying car and learn potions? How many of us have secretly Avada-Kedavra-d the annoying muggles and made comebacks with references they did not get?
All of us – and EVERY SINGLE POTTERHEAD.
Imagine being a photographer and carrying your unbelievably magical Pandora’s box everywhere. Being given a chance to view its contents, who wouldn’t pounce on it?
People comment on its aesthetic view, perfect angles, beautiful models and compliment the spontaneous talent. The more the colors, the prettier the picture. And we love it . Every time we attach the picture to our documents, we do so with a hope that it will enhance our work.
But sadly, no one has the time to delve into the picture and live through it. Polaroids and HD pictures splash colors and people soak them up like drought – ridden lands soak rains. No one has the time to listen to the stories the person behind the lens wants to convey.
I linger
at the crossroad.
Both the paths
going towards
the past
I thought
I’d left behind.
But apparently not.
I was feeling
different now,
lighter than the
burden I was forced to carry.
That of my demons,
my nightmares,
my questions,
my ways.
Silverleaf Corner 