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SHY OF STREETS







Introvert. Socially awkward. Shy.
There are lots of words that people have used to describe the person I am. And I stand in unison with thousands of other people that agree that this isn't a problem, its just a personality trait that others have to accept.

What I didn't expect was this to stand in the way of my new found love of blogging and photographing. And that's when I found myself standing, camera in hand, in the middle of the street, pretending to look normal and busy. Normal. All I wanted was to go ahead and take a picture of that very colourful and striking display, but a part of me wanted to run away back in the covers of my bed. Next shop maybe...I told myself and walked ahead. The idea of stopping, framing a shot and clicking also meant calling attention to myself and having the eyes of hundred other people upon me. Something that made me uncomfortable.
I've started a series with a friend. Maybe this blog post is about that...Maybe its not. But that proved to be a good start to push me to ignore that little voice in my head that points out the number of eyes on me. But I still hesitate, pull back a little and let the first few shots go in the hope that i'll build up confidence for the next one. And maybe it will always be like that, and that's that kind of blogger I will be! Or maybe i'll just slowly ease into it. Who knows?

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  1. sugandha2 July 2013 at 12:29

    Hi Mana,

    They are beautiful shots and they dont look like work of someone who was conscious of her presence while clicking.
    Your words and pictures are contradicting each other but I guess that's what life is all about.
    I wish you had a follower tab here to allow me to keep a track of your next blog.

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    1. Mana2 July 2013 at 17:12

      Thank you so much!

      These shots were taken while trying best to appear invisible. Had you seen me from afar, i would have looked like a regular passer-by. I wonder what would have come out had i spent a great deal of time framing and clicking. :)

      I wish i had a follower tab too, but i'm new to blogger (previously on wordpress). Shall figure it out. For now i have follow by email. (and if you have tips on how to add a follower tab?)

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    2. sugandha2 July 2013 at 17:35

      Hi Mana,

      If these were while attempting to be invisible, you should actually go ahead and flaunt yourself.

      Regarding follower tab, just explore. I got mine through hit and trial. Try google, add different gadgets until a preview shows you a follower tab. Probably you can find a blog about how to add one.
      Good luck finding.

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  2. Sanaa2 July 2013 at 21:56

    I think within these traits, there are other traits that you don't say outright.
    Inspiring. Infectious. Beautiful.
    Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
    The photographs are stunning.

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    1. Mana3 July 2013 at 10:06

      I share most of these traits with you :)
      Thank you sister! (my inspiration :D)

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  3. Unknown3 July 2013 at 15:50

    You are such a pretty soul :)

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