Some times I’m just happy and I don’t know why. I don’t remember telling myself ever that I’m happy. Recently I have said that to myself. Once. Why I don’t know but it felt that way. I didn’t try too hard to find out why. All that really mattered was that I felt good. Everything looked clear. And then woosh! That moment was gone. Back to blur.
I also don’t remember telling myself ever that I’m sad and not knowing why. Recently I have and I really can’t tell why. I mean I do think about some stuff but I find it confusing that it should bother me. This is such a personal thing to share on this blog but I don’t mind for some reason. I don’t really care what you’d think reading it and you probably won’t either. May be it’s the mid-life crisis. I don’t know. May be it’s just that.
I just can’t translate these emotions into meaningful words. I fail miserably when I try to. My friends know how I keep going deeper into the mess the more I try to explain.
Last three weeks have been really productive for me photographically. Thanks to a friend and his generosity I got work that I wouldn’t have got if I tried myself. Heck, I haven’t even taken the first step of building contacts that I have been planning for months. I’m just about half way through breaking even on my expenditure on camera gear this year thanks to Sudhir from Lightsky Motion Pictures.