She rests her chin on her soft chubby hands, her elbows on the boundary wall, as she looks beyond the fence. Her lips slightly parted; her beautiful neglected cheeks with blemishes from the cold wind; her bright, curious eyes sweep the scene, searching, anticipating. Its a sleepy, frozen-in-time, unwilling-to-be-explored town. Every day is eventless, everybody knows everybody. Except for the stranger with the camera.
Her innocent mind flirts with the idea of who this man is and what he's doing here. She's old enough to know he is different from everyone else she has ever seen, but child enough to imagine he's harmless. She's courageous enough to follow him around from a distance, but she's not bold enough to walk up to him and strike conversation. She hides when she thinks he's aware of her presence, but giggles and lets him click her picture.
He captures her unawares. Her child-like dalliance delights him. He's here to experience untouched beauty, but he respects it enough to know that it must remain untouched.
like i said..its as apt as it gets...its a screenplay! very beautiful!!!
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An entry entitled "Nazia" from my personal diary. Dated 17th April, 2009.
ReplyDeleteNot drawing any conclusions about anything, just describing the scene - and the unseen - as seen by the photographer. Very grasping style of writing; catches the imagination because of everything that is left unsaid. Wistful.
ReplyDeletenice!!! i like him!
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