Partner In Crime? I Think Yes.

Okay so today I feel very very happy because I finally spoke to one of my best friends, from India, since like six months! It feels so good to finally catch up with her because I've missed her so so much! And she was one of those friends that moved to a different school before I left India altogether, so it was so hard to meet up with her because of our different and changing schedules. And, it's also hard to call her because of her sleeping schedules and of course the huge time difference.

But anyways, her name is Anvita. And I consider her my sister because we always act like sisters to each other. She became my first best friend ever when I moved to India and we just, I dunno, clicked I guess. We just have almost everything in common except for the fact that I'm not obsessed with Doctor Who, Avatar, and Legend of Kora (is that what it's called?).

But I haven't spoken to her in so long and I'm glad we finally spoke because I was really missing speaking to her and it was most definitely worth staying up till five am to speak to her. :)

I could go on and on about our momentous days together and how awesome she is and what great friends we've been but I don't want to bore you. And reminiscing will probably make me miss her more and possibly make me cry.

But I love her and she's my favorite bitch even though that's really cliché. <3

Fate By Photographs

My dad would always tell me stories about how when he living in the US he bought a nice manual camera called the Minolta (I think). And he'd always make my mom pose in his pictures. I have all the pictures to prove it.

Well, looking back at all those pictures, I realize how artsy and beautiful the pictures are. And my mom looks so young and beautiful. Sigh.

And now that I'm taking photography as an elective, this year, my dad fixed his Minolta and has given it to me to use. I don't think I've ever taken such care of an object before. I don't only take care of it because it is expensive and valuable but also because it is the benefactor of so many great memories between my parents and even though they are currently divorced it's nice to know that I'm the keeper of a link between them both.

But nonetheless, I love the red light inside the darkroom and I love developing my film. I love how my eyes need to adjust to the normal white light after half an hour spent in the darkroom (though sometimes when I'm having a bad day, the light forming blobs of blackness gets annoying). I love going outside to take pictures and I love it when my pictures develop the way I want them too. Because unlike my paintings and drawing, my photographs turn out just as I imagined it.

Basically, in some ways I feel like I was meant to stumble upon photography. But then again, maybe it's just one of those hobbies of mine that I abandon after a while.