As I sit here, fiddling with my nails, camera or coffee...feet tapping away to ward of the butterflies in my stomach...I am left a little shaken.
I am waiting, not patiently i should add, for an important photography assignment. My brain is reminding me that I can't mess this up. It's telling me to buckle up and do good. My heart is silently watching this chaos. In the midst of this nerve-wracking tug-of-war i look up only to realise that i am in the same mall i got my first camera from.
I guess it was 3 years ago..if not more. Things were at a low point in my life. I had said my goodbyes to the person who inspired me the most in the world. I sat next to him, day after day, eyes following his every move.I cried when he did, and i laughed when he would. He was a photographer and the best one in my eyes!
I'd never considered photography before this. Never thought i'd hold a camera and love disappearing behind it so much. As i sit here in the same coffee shop, where i had come after buying the camera, i'm reminded of the silly dream i had years ago. I had dreamt of being his protégée...of him handing me over his camera. Of excitedly exclaiming to everyone around me that i am the master now! I realise now that in a weird and funny way, he did tell me what to do.
That was the first time I came this side of town. This was the second.
And just like that...I realised he's doing the same today. Reminding me that at no point, this is going to be work for me. It's my first love. It's our shared love. I am back where i started from, and i should always keep in my heart the joy that 'firsts' give.
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I'm not really sure what this post was meant to be. I was thinking a lot today. And i guess i just needed to talk.

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