It all felt like yesterday when Sheila sent her piece of heart away and today he came back home after fifteen years, all grown up. Albeit he would come in vacations but this was a different thing. Now Sheila wanted him to send Kota for JEE/NEET preparations; but he was made for neither of the occupations.
Being away from home and family for a long time, more than a decade; Aryan had become extremely introverted and focused guy. He was living in a boy's hostel and studying in a boy's school, so he was a bit (way much to be honest) shy towards girls. The only woman in his life was his mother. When he came home; he told his mom about his career plans, what he wants to do and that he doesn't want to be an engineer or doctor. Sheila was a bit skeptical as her son had chosen a completely different field she couldn't even think a scholar guy would choose. But she didn't oppose him as Aryan was her only kid, and she believed that Aryan would excel in whatever field he chooses.
Aryan decided to be a cameraman. When he stayed in Shimla; he would often experiment with the camera of his roommate. He would get lost with the camera and the beauty around. Sometimes he would capture amazing photographs and other times he would just wonder how the lenses capture all those beautiful things and moments powerfully, whether how this machine locks emotions, and preserves, spreads to the person who looks at the photographs each time. He would always keep others astonishing with his spellbound work. The second most number of prizes and awards (after academic ones) he had got for his creative photography. He was kinda connected to the camera, it had become his best friend through all these years. A friend, who reflects his moods and repair his impaired mind.
Being away from home and family for a long time, more than a decade; Aryan had become extremely introverted and focused guy. He was living in a boy's hostel and studying in a boy's school, so he was a bit (way much to be honest) shy towards girls. The only woman in his life was his mother. When he came home; he told his mom about his career plans, what he wants to do and that he doesn't want to be an engineer or doctor. Sheila was a bit skeptical as her son had chosen a completely different field she couldn't even think a scholar guy would choose. But she didn't oppose him as Aryan was her only kid, and she believed that Aryan would excel in whatever field he chooses.
Aryan decided to be a cameraman. When he stayed in Shimla; he would often experiment with the camera of his roommate. He would get lost with the camera and the beauty around. Sometimes he would capture amazing photographs and other times he would just wonder how the lenses capture all those beautiful things and moments powerfully, whether how this machine locks emotions, and preserves, spreads to the person who looks at the photographs each time. He would always keep others astonishing with his spellbound work. The second most number of prizes and awards (after academic ones) he had got for his creative photography. He was kinda connected to the camera, it had become his best friend through all these years. A friend, who reflects his moods and repair his impaired mind.
To Be Continued...
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