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Stacked in prints

Somehow I derived this love-for-camera gene from my mom, and the bad-at-expressing-onto face gene from my dad -  which makes me want to use my photographs as a mode of expression.  Oh it reminds me, wonder where dad kept his handy-cam - That's the next stage <gives a self-shoulder pat> - calm down. Okay, so this craze - to make a memory lane of all my life's happenings - It was more of the 'UP' influence I guess.  Duh, no I do not open humpty number of folders in My Computer, dig into piles of photos to go down the best moments. It tires me, and I have had enough experiences choosing, editing and finalizing pics for our wedding album - communicating with the photographer/photoshopper ( Is there a word 'photoshopper'?<pops eyes>)  back in India. The 14 folder-full of pics

Tots and Greys

I, almost everyday, travel by bus to my tiny town's city center. Be it to work, supermarket, girly-shopping, dinner date with S, friends meet-up - whatever - I take the bus, if it's cold outside. Simple. Hmm .. Actually, this gives me plenty of time to people-watch, look out the window, chit-chat with friends, write a quick email to S, or .. simply gaze at the floor. Unlike our Indian buses, where people get in both the doors, and swing by the stairs along the drive, here the buses have an Entry and an Exit - rules and rules - Follow it I say.  But, there's an exception to this 'Rule' -