After almost 5 months, I was out on the streets, clicking. It was for an assignment. It felt good and it felt nothing at the same time. I am going through my own things, in my head. Being out was OK. Everything is back to normal. Same hustle and bustle of the city. Very few people were wearing masks or maintaining social distance.
I reached at Dhobi Ghat, Layrai at 10 am. Not having a proper knowledge is a curse. The place is not that far away as I assumed. I didn't know. It is so near from Karachi Zoo. I was going first to Dow Hospital and then to DG as I have been last time. Rikshaw wala still cost me 450.
I waited in rickshaw for A for 40 minutes. He miscalculated my timing.
One question kept bothering me all the way: Why I am doing all this?
Those who stay at home with peace are so lucky. Am I doing khuwari?
This life looks like khwuari.
Later, after submission I got the respond from my instructor. She is not that happy with my work. I am unable to go beyond mundane normal shots. She wants me to find few characters and build out their story with more depth and intimacy. There was no such creative pictures I send, either. She wants magic.
Creativity needs relaxation and practice. I don't have that personality. I never cultivated myself as a creative person. However, I replied her with yeah sure. I will try.
cool , finally
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