Sands of time …

Time flies fast, like the wind, it seems.

Carrying with it the joy, and woes.

That the clock does again, bring back to life

In the form of moments that, as memories froze.


Clouds of hope these moments are,

With shadowy linings that misery casts,

They float in the sky our mind provides, 

As memories that forever lasts.


Time gifts us opportunities-

To overcome all hurdles with aplomb.

Remembrance bestows on us the experience,

To prevail over adversities, that once made us feel so numb.


True, the hour passes by unhurt,

But, leaves it’s scar on every soul.

Flowing like the sand in an hourglass,

Whose pace we can never control.


Swiftly passes the moments of joy,

And all the pains with it does flow.

What remains are memories- coarse and fine,

That we choose to keep, or let go .


Life is short- with time moving fast,

New chances – lying in each passing moment.

To focus on these opportunities- is a decision, apt and wise,

And so is, to keep walking on the path of enlightenment.


Thus, prudent it is, to leave behind a moment’s sorrow,

And proceed to welcome a new tomorrow.

To be like  ‘time’ and never glance behind,

Feeling every emotion it does unbind.


Moving incessantly, like an ever flowing river,

Holding on, to the knowledge from experiences, we get to nurture, 

Difficult though, to fight the impression , time casts on our minds,

Yet, not impossible to rise from the ashes, if optimism in our inner selves ,we find.


Then, life is beautiful, we will surely feel,

And our true self, then, would unveil.

No fear will find way to our hearts,

And so will we a winner emerge.


Renewed with vigor and aspirations afresh,

Would we move on like the sands of time,

Being happy souls who, the content in living every moment, does embrace.

Maya-an illusion….. (The conclusion)



Yes, it’s almost 12 years now, Dr. Aloke lives with Alzheimer’s disease , as diagnosed , weeks after that incident ,when he went missing. Maya and Saanjh, were too young to understand, and things were happening so fast, that, for both children and adults, it was hard to perceive. Their maternal aunt and uncle, as well as, Govind, suggested taking him to a neurologist. Govind arranged for an appointment with a friend of her father, a renowned neurologist in town. There were brain imaging studies done , followed by genetic testing. Cognitive tests conducted  to evaluate memory and thinking, other physical tests done and family’s medical history taken. No one ,as far as their grandmother and maternal uncle and aunt , could recollect, ever had Alzheimer’s, in their bloodline. Test results for the rare genes that increases the risk of Alzheimer’s was also negative. The doctor could not give any reason for Dr. Aloke’s , having the disease . It was an early onset of Alzheimer’s and he was too young for that. Just 40 years old and the doctor said, he was already showing symptoms of moderately severe cognitive decline.

Maya and little Saanjh looked lost, when the adults were discussing about the situation . It was like a long, dark shadow cast over their happiness and peace of mind. Their father was the only person whom they looked up to, their super hero, their strength, pride, their friend and guide. Sometimes, they found a reflection of their mother, in him, too.

But, he would soon forget that they were his children. He would forget his mother, Govind, everyone. Not only that , he would lose his own identity as well, all wiped out from his memory. The career, he has so lovingly shaped. He was a known name around, and people addressed him with so much respect. He earned all of that, through his hard work over years. All of this will cease to be a memory for him. As if they never happened.

It made sense now, why he was forgetting things before, misplacing items of regular use every now and then. It was not any work stress, as they all suspected, instead it was the early symptoms of the disease, that everyone overlooked. He was avoiding going to his chamber regularly, losing interest in his profession, that he loved the most and several other activities, that once gave him so much joy. To all the family members, this looked like depression. But no, they were the signs of a big storm coming.

It was like a mound of stones, of the size of a mountain, settling down over Maya’s body. It was hard for her to move . She could feel a loud cry getting suppressed in her chest. Her eyes filling up with tears. Sometimes life makes one so helpless. Her father would often tell them, “ never give up. Never lose hope. There is a solution to every problem. A seeker will ultimately get what he seeks” . But, the doctor said this problem has no solution. The disease has no cure. Though he gave Dr. Aloke, medications to slow down the progression of the disease, he said, their father had on an average, some 8- 10 years of life remaining.

Dr. Aloke made it more than that, he has lived 12 years with the disease, but, his condition is worsening now. He is slowly starting to have difficulty swallowing and eating, has sundowning and sleeping issues, he sometimes feels like he is surrounded by strangers who have trapped him and wants to escape, hallucinates every now and then , seeing imaginary people call him . He gets aggressive on being held back from going outdoors on his own. And this was a similar day when he was trying really hard to escape. Maya stood near her father’s bed , her eyes swelled up with a pool of tears, seeing him struggle and fight (to free himself from the strong hands that pinned him down to one place), as the nurse moved towards him, to give him the sleep medication. After receiving the medication, he peacefully slipped into a deep sleep for a while.

There was a sudden silence around. Everyone quiet, and breathing heavily . Govind sat down on a chair, in Dr. Aloke’s room, covering his face with his hands. Saanjh went back to her room. She looked crestfallen. It was hard for anybody to see a loved person suffer like that .

Aloke was now starting to have increased difficulty in communicating, there were certain changes being noticed in his movements, too. Doctor says, he might need a walker and extra help to walk around in a short time from now. It was unbearable for his mother to see her son dying slowly . She cried uncontrollably.

Maya ran to her room. She wanted to remain strong. If she breaks down, how would her grandmother be steady? All these years, at this age , she has toiled so hard for her son and taken care of her grand daughters so well. Didn’t she deserve any rest ? Maya felt really sad for her. Maya and Saanjh helped her when they were at home. But, for a greater part of the day, she was the only caregiver present at home, with Aloke. The last few years have been really hard, and at times unpredictable occurrences of certain behavioral changes in her son, made it harder for her to manage everything. So, they had to keep a nurse for twenty four hours, then.

Maya sat down quietly on the edge of her bed. The silence in the room, helped her calm down. She walked up to her closet and took out some fresh clothes. She was feeling tired and wanted to change quickly into her night dress after taking a shower. As she started walking towards the bathroom, she suddenly stopped on her way, and stood still in one place, for a few seconds. Then, she turned back and ran fast, into her father’s room, and opened his closet. She was intensely searching it’s drawers. Her grandma, seeing Maya run into her father’s room, got worried, and went after her. When she saw Maya looking for something in his closet, she stood there , by her side, and asked her if she needs any help to find something. Maya looked up towards her grandma, and said,”nani, you remember, dad’s dream? We all knew about that. The trust he wanted to make ? He wanted Govind uncle and a few other friends of his, to be the trustees, besides himself and you ? He had all the papers in a navy blue file. He often carried all the documents to the chartered accountant’s office and would come back home and call you, to share all the details of the discussion. How could I forget about that? Dad wished, to make that trust, in order to extend healthcare services to the poor and needy , as much as he wished Saanjh and I, would become doctors someday. Nani, my dad’s dream gave me enough motivation , to perform well in exams. But, how could I forget this dream of his, which is larger than life, and he was already working on making it a reality.”

Her grandma’s face beamed with joy. She almost forgot about the trust, in all these years. Life was robbing her of time, enery and most importantly, hope. Maya could tell from her grandma’s smile, that she was regaining her lost confidence. Her helplessness became her major trait, these days, that anybody would notice with one glance at her. But, at this moment, Maya could see her eyes twinkling with hope. A hope to make her son live through his dreams. Even after his life ends, he would live on , in the minds of all who will be connected with the trust. Maya hugged her, smiling.

Her grandmother said, her voice trembling,  “All these years I have often taken out his books and papers. Placed them on a mat on our terrace and let the sun rays soak into the pages, to kill any worm growing on it, due to lack of use. I do the same with your and Saanjh’s old books too. All his papers must be in good condition. I have not allowed a dust particle to settle on them”. She smiled as he spoke to Maya. Maya looked at her with admiration. She felt blessed to have her grandma in her life, what would they do without her ? She kissed her forehead, and hugged her again. She held her hands and said, “Thank you for everything nani”.

After some intense scanning through a lot of files in her father’s closet, Maya finally found the trust papers. Though the trust was not registered, the basic requirements were almost met. But, the trust deed had to be amended , for that she must meet the chartered accountant . She could not see any property papers attached, she thought may be her dad was yet to decide on that matter. She discussed everything related to the trust with her grandma. After hearing what Maya had to say, her grandma told her , “Why not use our ancestral house in Bosepukur , for providing the healthcare services to the people? It is a big house. No one lives there now. With some reconstruction and renovation, we would be ready to start providing services from there. What do you think ?”

As usual, her grandma solved half the problem. Maya smiled back at her saying, “wasn’t it the house that you never wanted to leave? That kept you from staying with us.”

Her grandma smiled as she replied, her voice trembled with emotion, “Using it for some noble purpose would raise it’s value by a million times. And on looking at the house, I would see my son smiling back at me. I would feel him breathe as his dreams would spread its wings there. Nothing matters more to me than my children, you know that.”

There were tears of joy in both, Maya and her grandma’s eyes. They both hugged each other. All this while Maya would live, the peace and content , that her little self was blessed with, by visiting her memories, every now and then. Sometimes she would extend her hands to grasp a handful of laughter and giggles, that she so missed now. But soon she realized, they were all just her illusions , reality was something very different. But, now, life seemed beautiful again, she could see all the positive emotions scattered everywhere, for her to gather. Maya knew there were a lot of legal obligations that she would have to fulfill. A round of discussions to be done with Govind uncle and her father’s friends, whom her father wanted, to involve in the trust. She also knew a lot of her colleagues and friends, who might want to help. She always had Saanjh by her side, and as soon as she tells her everything , she knows what her reaction would be. They would both work together, on achieving the goals of this trust. This dream might take a long time to materialize, but, where there is a will there is a way. And now she has found a way to keep her father alive, always. Maya held her grandma by her shoulders and walked to her father’s bed. They looked at the peaceful face of Aloke, fast asleep, like a baby who has nothing to worry about. They stood, looking at him , praying to God that the peace remains ……

Maya – an illusion ….. PART II


It’s a summer evening in Kolkata, almost 8:30 PM now. The temperature has dropped a few degrees, but, humidity is still very high . A pleasant breeze swept away the dust on the streets, besides, giving little comfort from the humidity. 

Maya left from work at around 7:00. She is a gynecologist in The Miralife Hospital in Salt lake, Kolkata. Maya has now, flown 12 years apart from the time in her 8th grade. Now she has grown up – is matured, self dependent and composed, than her little self, 12 years ago. Her grandmother took care of the entire household, since then, and that helped her a lot, in completion of her career goals. Recently she completed her MS in Obstetrics and gynecology and soon after, acquired a job in The Miralife Hospital. It was almost 45 minutes drive from her home in Triangular Park. If not for the car breakdown, she would have reached home by now. 

Hari bhai shut the trunk of the car with a clunk! Maya got startled by the sudden clanking noise and turned around instantly, glancing towards it’s source . She could see Hari bhai walking to the driver’s seat. He said, “ It’s done madam, have changed the tire. Don’t worry, we will reach home quickly”. Maya replied , “Don’t drive too fast ! We will get lots of traffic on the main road . There’s no need to hurry.” Then suddenly she remarked, “Ohh ! I should inform someone at home about the delay”.

She pulled out her cell phone from her purse and called on her home phone number. A woman with a heavy voice answered the call,“ Hello Maya”.

Maya was not surprised by her grandmother’s correct assumption. This sweet old woman somehow always knew, when her grand daughters would call.  When asked by them about the secret behind her correct guesses, she would say it’s her intuitions…. Such is her love for the two sisters .

Maya replied, “Nani, I’ll be there in an hour or so, depending on the traffic. You don’t worry about the delay. The tire got punctured and Hari bhai just fixed it. ” , she quickly added, “Did Saanjh return from her tuition class?”
Her grandmother promptly asked another question, “Where are you right now?”. Maya answered, “ We are passing through an area in Salt Lake and heading towards the main road.” To this her grandma said, “Okay.  Saanjh returned from her class, hours back. She is in her room now. And yes, Govind is here . Shall I ask him, if he can  wait until you return?”

‘Govind uncle’… Better known, in the neighborhood as Govind Gandhi, is like a family friend. He worked in Dr. Aloke’s chamber , as an assistant. Earlier he used to be a pharmacist. After he left his job over a dispute on salary increment with the owner , Maya’s father gave him a satisfactory job in his chamber. He is a father figure to both Maya and Saanjh.

Maya said, “ Ohh ! I remember, I asked Govind uncle to get the medicines, that the neurologist prescribed. Nani please pay him the bill amount. In case he can’t wait for as long as an hour,tell him I would give him a call once I reach home. Am hanging up now”. Saying this, she ended the call.

Maya pushed the cell phone back in her purse, and silently leaned back on her seat, looking at the upcoming traffic on the main road . Lines of lights flashed through the busy streets, like fireflies flying in the dark. Though, bright lights bordered the wide streets on both sides, warding off, the darkness cast by the night. Honking of horns, people squabbling over petty issues, buses of the same route overtaking each other- seems like everyone is in a hurry. On top of that the summer heat, that in itself would make one feel exhausted. As the day retires, to welcome a new day again – it’s time for everyone to retire from a day’s work or duties. And get ready to embrace a fresh chance to live one more day of life , filled with new hopes and opportunities. 

As she was looking around, she spotted a little girl, crossing the road with another tiny little one, probably her sister. They were on the pedestrian walk. They held each other’s hands tightly and were running fast, as fast as, their wee steps, would take them to the other side of the street. Maya’s eyes followed their footsteps. Their tiny feet raced swiftly and with every stroke of their feet against the coarse grainy road, they gained more velocity and ran faster and faster. Ohhh they reached already! But, where are they heading to ? A public phone booth? The kids stopped  at the booth. They looked very familiar to Maya at this moment.

Suddenly, she felt like a gust of wind, was carrying her away, far far away, from ‘now’ , to the point where she and her sister stood, waiting for their father- twelve years ago. There she was at the phone booth, yes, she could clearly see herself – standing steadily, with a wailing Saanjh, requesting the person at the booth to allow her to make a call. She was telling him that, she had no money and she and her sister, were students of the school near his booth, and that, she would pay him the call charges by next morning. She needs to call her father urgently.

The person was very kind.  Seeing the kids in distress, he allowed Maya to dial a few numbers. Maya pulled out a tiny notebook, with alphabet tags, from her school bag. Her father has written a few contact numbers there, alphabetically, in case there was an emergency. First, she dialed Dr. Aloke’s personal number, that went on ringing. She got the same result when she dialed his chamber’s number. She dialed both the numbers again and again, but no  one answered. Now, Maya started to feel more anxious, what might have happened to her father ?

She has noticed her father being stressed, over the past few months, and assumed the reason to be his work. He has been so absent-minded at times, that one day he would leave his car keys in the refrigerator and some other day, he would search the entire house for his tooth brush, and then, find it in the closet drawer in his bedroom. Maya and Saanjh usually helped him find the things he kept on misplacing, almost every other day, and would laugh and giggle when they discovered them in unusual locations. Dr. Aloke’s anxiety began when a patient blamed him for prescribing a wrong medication that led him to have respiratory distress and rashes, instead of helping him recover, from his pre-existing health issues. He created quite a fuss. Little Maya felt, ‘It was highly unlikely for dad to make such a grave mistake’. She tried to reason further,with herself , ‘It must have been something else that the patient was allergic to, yes, that must have given him the rashes and made it hard for him to breathe’.  Her father was disheartened due to this accusation. He stopped going to his chamber regularly after that and would have Govind closely monitor, the medicines he prescribed to his patients on days he had to attend his chamber . He was a good doctor. He had patients who had blind faith on him and they continued to call and visit him. But, he started getting into depression due to that one incident. 

‘Yes, Govind uncle! ’, she exclaimed. She should call Govind uncle once. ‘He must have been with my father in his chamber today, and then uncle will know, where he is’, little Maya muttered to herself.

Maya searched for Govind uncle’s number on the page tagged ‘G’, in the little notebook. And there it was. Taking quick short breaths , thinking, ‘things will be fine now’, she dialed the number. Govind received the call promptly. Maya informed him of the situation , gave him the details of where they were standing. She asked him to somehow inform their dad about their location and tell him to pick them up as soon as possible. Govind sounded surprised as he told her, “ Strange ! Dr. Aloke left the chamber right on time and headed straight for your school. Umm…I did notice his car parked near the chamber , while I was closing the gates .That was quite unusual, though. Okay, both of you stay where you are , I will be there in no time to pick you up.”

On his way to bring the children back home, Govind dialed Dr. Aloke’s personal number a couple of times. But, his cellphone went on ringing. Then he called Dr. Aloke’s mother, who lived in Bosepukur, and informed her about the situation. She rushed immediately, to her son’s home, which was just a few minutes drive, from where she lived . She had an extra key to Dr. Aloke’s residence, which he gave her, in case she chooses to come at a time when, he or the children weren’t at home. She was feeling nervous about her son and the kids. She was sure that something must have happened, otherwise her son would never forget to pick up the kids from school. They were his priority and he was a responsible man. Now all that she can do is, to wait for them to arrive home , safe and sound.

Govind picked the kids up soon and left them with their grandmother, while, he went out searching for their father. He asked the entire neighborhood, but, nobody saw Dr. Aloke after morning. Then he filed a missing report in the local police station and with a heavy heart returned to Dr. Aloke’s house, still unaware of where he could be. 

It was almost midnight, Govind did not leave Dr. Aloke’s residence, that day. He kept on waiting for any fragment of information about him, from the police. Tired of crying, Saanjh fell asleep soon after having dinner, that their grandma made for them. Maya sat in the living room leaning on her grandma’s shoulders, who couldn’t stop weeping every now and then. She was 65. She lost her husband, a few years ago and now lived alone with a trusted servant, Bhoomi, who has served for over three decades, in Aloke’s ancestral home in Bosepukur. Aloke requested his mother, to move in with him , when he bought a new house, close to his chamber. But, Aloke’s mother refused, pertaining to her emotional attachment to their ancestral house. But, she paid, her son and grandchildren, a visit every now and then. Aloke would leave the children with their grandmother, on busy days at the chamber. He turned 40 this year. His mother and children planned a surprise birthday party at their ancestral home, and the photos have been printed and delivered to her this morning. She sat down on her recliner, smiling as she turned the pages of the album, when Govind called her, informing her about the crisis. 

What might have happened to her son !!! She cried out loudly this time. Maya hugged her tight and cried her heart out too.

A loud ringing sound – ‘Rrriiing rrriiing’— that’s the phone ringing. They rushed towards the phone. Govind received the call. It was from the police station. The policeman said, that they found a man, who seemed lost and was wandering about in the streets. He resembled the man in the picture that Govind provided them with, and they were bringing him to Dr. Aloke’s residence for identification by his family members.

Govind’s heart was racing. He walked to and fro the living room and wasn’t able to sit or rest until the police arrived with the man. Aloke’s mother and Maya sat quietly , they could feel their hearts pounding faster and faster, as the time drew closer to the arrival of the police. Hopefully they would bring Dr. Aloke with them. They would arrive anytime now.

“Knock knock knock”, there was a loud knock on the door. Maya and her grandmother rose to their feet, as Govind unlocked the door. The police has arrived and with them stood- a weary, stressed, Dr. Aloke. His clothes covered in dust, hair looked almost golden – he must have wandered all this time, since he left his chamber – under the sun , amidst the heavy pollution in the Kolkata streets. But why ?

As his family rushed to hold him, and hug him , crying and releasing the intense anxiety that has build up in them over the past few hours, Govind asked the policeman, what happened and where did they find him ? The policeman said that, someone called the police station telling them about his whereabouts and saying he looked like a man from a good family, but, he cannot recollect his address or the contact numbers of his close ones.

After getting the call, the police rushed to the spot and on continuously asking him his name, he slowly muttered , “Aa-aa-aa-lo”. Further, he did not have any personal belongings or a cellphone with him, which could help, in tracing his family members.  Although they couldn’t clearly understand his name, his face resembled that of Dr. Aloke’s in the photo, and so they called and informed Govind about him.

Govind thanked them. And turned back and stared at Dr. Aloke for a while, he had so many questions in his mind. Why could Aloke not remember his address, the kids’ school address- they were the familiar places to which he travelled almost regularly, the numbers-which he has called for years. Above all, why could he not tell his name properly ? Is just stress responsible for the forgetfulness of this magnitude ?

“Maya madam, we have reached. Should I come back tomorrow at 9 am ?”, Hari bhai said, while parking the car outside her residence . Maya took a deep breath, she was so lost in her thoughts that, she hardly realized that they’ve reached Triangular park. She nodded her head in approval, while Hari bhai looked at her for an answer. Walking slowly past the garden that lined the doorway to her home, she knocked on the door . While waiting for someone to open the door, she read the name of her home with a smile on her face. Dr. Aloke has long ago, got it carved on a piece of marble and had it placed on the wall to the left of the door, “AlokeNanda Bhawan”, Nanda being her mother’s name. There was so much peace in their names alone.

“Come in quickly”, nani opened the door in a haste and ran inside. Maya could hear screams, Govind uncle is still here? Saanjh is also screaming. What happened ? She threw her purse on the couch in the living room and ran inside.

There was tissue shredded all over the room. Bhoomi didi , Govind uncle and Saanjh were all around and over the bed, trying to hold as tightly as they could -——- ‘Dad’s hands’. 


Maya – an illusion…..


As the day came to an end , Maya gazed at the clear blue sky blankly . Her job made her days busy, and hardly gave her the time to think beyond her duties. It was difficult to take some time out, for herself, her likes and dislikes, her hobbies-that once relaxed her nerves on a stressful day at school.

School days were fun, now it seems. But, then, she can’t even remember how many times she has prayed, to grow up soon enough. She would always say , ” am planning all that I’ll do , soon after school ends. Then I can choose everything as per my discretion, no one would doubt my judgement then, thinking of me to be a kid. I will celebrate with all my heart. And yay ! , there will be no more exams”.

A sudden shaking and jerking, a thud , and the car in which she was traveling back home, came to a standstill. Maya was little vexed with this sudden interruption in her silent interaction with the blue. It was a pleasure watch certainly, to see the variegated hues of the firmament get darker and darker with the setting sun. And this was the only ‘me time’ she enjoyed . While returning from work, she would often stare into space, letting the limitless sky above- absorb all the exhaustion and reduce the negativities that emerged from failures and unpleasant experiences, she had to face from time to time . Looking up at the welkin, and getting lost in it for sometime, was like a stress buster.

Thus this sudden wake up call from her blank stare into space, was not much appreciated. She leaned forward to ask the driver, ” Hari bhai, what happened?”

Hari bhai was also little worried as the car was going through an isolated area, with no shops or garages in view. He glanced back at Maya and said, “I think the tires got blown out. Something on the road, might have pierced it “. He opened the door and stepped out of the car, to check the tires. He was right, There was a huge nail, that made it’s way through the rubber tire . After letting Maya know of the situation, he went towards the back of the car and opened the trunk, to get a spare tire and the tool box.

In the meanwhile, Maya took out a book from her bag, and started reading . It was getting darker and she called out Hari bhai’s name and requested him to make it as fast as he could. Maya’s mind was overloaded with thoughts and memories, to which she hardly ever responded. She could suddenly feel herself utilizing the extra time she got, due to the car breakdown. Nothing gives more relief than the soothing elements of nature, itself. The tranquility around, calmed the ever so restless mind and floated her down the memory lane .

With the half-finished book open on her lap, she went back many years , again into her school days. She could see the blue and white colors shoot past her, they were the colors of her school uniform, and the girls playing right in front of her. Her favorite teacher on her way to the staff room right across the compound where she sat with a book open on her lap. Her friends would make fun of her for not joining them , but, she had bigger responsibilities. One to fulfill her father’s dream. She never took his words seriously before. Not until that terrible day , when the darkest incident in their life happened.

That was a normal day , like every other day . Maya’s father, Dr. Aloke left for his chamber soon after dropping Maya and her little sister, Saanjh , in school. Maya was in the 8th grade then and Saanjh took her tiny little steps ahead, to the 2nd grade. Aloke , was their only family, as the girls lost their mother at a very early age. That day , their father did not arrive to pick them up from school. They kept waiting for him, on the usual spot, outside the school premises, but, he did not come. Little Saanjh was crying and Maya perplexed . Standing in a solitary corner of the street opposite to their school , they kept waiting for their father. They never faced anything like this earlier. It was normal for him to be late at times, on days with more patients. But, not this late -that the streetside shop shutters would be pulled down – never did this happen before. Maya could feel an intense anxiety within. It felt like the world was falling apart….

(to be continued)


1,2,3… Capture !

And there you go… the best pic delivered in the perfect settings . Thats’s what my camera gives me – “satisfaction” , you call it. It’s the Nikon D750.

Nikon D750
The machine that creates magic from Nikon

Initially I took pictures under automatic settings. But, got bored in a day or two. No creativity means no food for the mind. So started taking pics, playing with the manual controls and yay.. I had everything in control. The three components of exposure – ISO , shutter speed and apperture – were all in my control. You can play with the numbers in all the three categories to bring forth the picture that gleams in your eyes, your version of the real image – how you want to see it 😊

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Started taking more pictures with my camera, and studying more about the settings with each click. Will share more of my experiences here , shortly . Stay tuned !