My earliest encounter with photography was in July 2009. My elder uncle and his family came to visit us from USA. It was a cold winter but the joy of family reunion brought us exceptional warmth. Apart from warm hugs and cuddles, they also brought gifts and chocolates. I wasn’t interested in any of them but the camera my uncle was carrying around his neck. I have never seen a camera that big. I drooled over it for days and on a sunny afternoon, I finally got to take it for a spin, of course, under my uncle’s supervision. Following his instruction, I snapped my first ever “professional” photo: a flower with a blurry background. It was beautiful and I thought I was really talented. I guess us human beings tend of credit ourselves first out of all possible reasons that contributed to some kind of greatness, “subjectively”.
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