A photograph is a relic of a moment
It is a thing which lives when all of us are gone
It gives a vent to curiosity
It creates anxiety, or even a feeling of suspense and mystery
It connects people
It has its own secret life, which many a times pulls on and on till eternity.
A photo makes you remember.
It may even make you sad, for that matter.
It shows you how old and fat and ugly you have become.
Or rather, how slim and pretty and charming you once were…
That’s a photo.
It’s a relic of a moment.
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