The moment i opened my eyes, i saw my Dad clicking my photos. The way he used to capture every moment regardless of how important it was for us, he never failed in bringing it into his camera roll. From my first smile to my first walk, he made sure he has it all.
When i was a kid, i was told to look into the camera and the bird will come for you, you have to catch it. oh! how naive i was. Never knew, from when my interest started to build, while wanting for that bird,in the midst of finding the bird, i found my Photography as the keen interest of my life. Using my Dad's camera at initial stage made me jump for more. i never knew i would end up changing it from Yashica to Nikon, i never knew i would, but i did. I started to cover people on street, the monuments, portraits and what not. Then, there came a point, when all my utter desire and sheer want started to despair. I dont know something happened, my quality of work started to shred it ways apart. From clicking the most auspicious photos, i ended up myself on not using camera for ages.
There came a point, when my infinite passion started to fade away. i got to realized, that it was just a temporary passion for NIKON. all i ever wanted to get that camera in hands and catch that bird, i grew up to realize that it was just a dust in the eye.
