On one particular evening, when there is plenty of work pending, but your mind is craving to do things that are not at all a priority, is when I opened the folder “photos”. This folder is where every photo that has ever been clicked, is saved and never opened again. It is said that photos bring back memories. Yeah, but each folder contains a minimum of 2000 pictures. Instead of bringing back memories, I was wondering, when did this happen? On which day was this one clicked, OMG! Did I actually click a photo with this weirdo?. And in some cases who is this?. What was his\her name?.
30 minutes of brainstorming might have passed, when my mother joined me. She was not interested in the pictures I had in my laptop. She came with the hard binded album that smelled too old with memories. She placed it on her lap, and started turning the delicate pages one by one. The photos had faded, but not her memories. Even now she clearly remembers each of those moments as if it happened yesterday. Each photo had a story associated with it. It can be about people in the picture or the frock that she was wearing, or it can even be about the tree that was in the background or a cat on that tree. As she turns each page with utmost care, even though I am hearing the same stories for the umpteenth time, I listen to them with great joy. Sometimes I even point out things that she miss.
This is when I realised our smartphones and DSLR can only click beautiful photographs, but only our hearts can click beautiful moments.
