Sieht man noch die Seele in Bildern?

So you’re out here to screenshot your soul? 🤔

I didn’t set out to sell aesthetics—I just accidentally caught my own heartbeat in a room where silence had more weight than Wi-Fi passwords.

My mum sang Yoruba lullabies while Dad folded his hands into origami birds… quietly. Always quietly.

The Grey Fade Gallery doesn’t want your likes—it wants your stillness. You click? I don’t shoot because it’s pretty.

I shoot because it remembers.

Every frame is a refusal to be erased.

You’re welcome to comment… but only if you sit long enough to hear your own heartbeat.

(PS: The dress is still half-unbuttoned. I’m not fixing it.)

Sino ba talaga ang nagpapakita ng kaluluwa? Di naman tayo nagtuturo — nagsusulat lang ng mga litrato sa likod ng soft pink light! Ang camera ko? Hindi tool… altar na kumakanta ng orasyon habang tumitigil ang mundo. Nakita mo pa rin ‘Chobits’ sa grey fade? O baka naman ay pilitin na i-undo ang button sa upuan? Comment section: Kung hindi mo nakikita… baka ikaw lang ang nawawala sa frame! 😅

क्या ये कैमरा है या पूजा की चढ़ई?

दिल्ली के एक कोने में पुरानी साइट पर सबके संग्रह में कोई ‘स्नातक’ बनता है—पर कलात्मक होने पर हमेशारी! 😅

जब मैंने ‘फोटोग्राफ’ कहलिए… पप्पूजी में ‘आत्मा’ दिखी।

अब सवाल:

• चश्मे से ‘सिर्फ़’ शटर?
• अंधड़ ग्रे?
• और फेड?

ये सब… एक हथेवर! 🤫

#छवियों_में_आत्मा_दिख_गई_या_फ़िलम_भूख_गया? #commentsection_khul_gaya!