I see.

Every pic tells a story. You just need to know where to find it. Some may call this being trigger happy, I call this collecting moments. Most people are so conscious in front of the camera always wondering if they are looking pretty, if the angle is right and the light makes them thinner. I find it funny.

To me pictures are stories someone catches you in the middle of. A lens is the ink and the camera is the paper on which they get published.

I saw some pictures. And God knows I dont write anymore. But this one time , I just had to.

It amazes me how we both still look at the same picture and think of the same thing. Read the same story, pick the same thread and know the same secrets. There are very few people on earth who can do that with you. (Touchwood! :))

We see the color of emotions. We see the life in the assorted and in the incomplete. We see the belief in strange faces, the glimmer in light and the shine in the symmetry. We see the human in the alien, the joy, the celebration. We see the canvas and the focus, the expanse and the 'larger than life'. We see life and the burnt, the tattered and the stacked. We see the unconventional and the eccentric. We see the order and the mess. We see perfection and the reality.

We see the faces of life, of time and the whole journey. We see the struggle, the distance and the goal. We see the dance, the heels and the rythm. We see the satiation of the thirst and the eternal hunger. We see old in the new, the twist in the rule. We see the layers and the hidden. We see the stranded and the apparent. We see songs in the stories and the memories in your theories. We see the eclectic in the masses, the cynic in the prayers.

We see the broken and the stolen and the 'fought for'. We see the holding on in the rejection. We see emotions in the eyes and the starvation in the smiles. We see the search and the loneliness, the reflection and the light in a soul. We see the torn and the shredded, the worn and the dreaded. We see the wisdom and the puzzles, the paints and the colors. We see the shoes and the pain in the journey, the walk and the goal.

We see the spice and the heat, we see the road and the dream. We see the wait and the freedom, the gang and the kingdom. We see the sun and the blue and 'the one'. We see the hearts and the mischief and the toil. We see the innocense and the wild, the impatience and the child. We see the offer and the choice and the return on the price.

We see the glass half empty and a life so full.

See if you can see what i see : Kaurwakee