Getting around Saddar

 

I keep on wanting to be consistent with my work and timings, but I seem to oppose myself on almost everything. I put writing of  for days and days, until the idea steams up in my head as something worthless- old-fashioned almost.

I could give up everything and not care one bit, because of the tremendous numbness. A numbness I have to relate with writing, with feeling, with a sense of something gone but not fleeting.  But I have my moments of strict motivation, where I feel unaccountable to my mistakes and I resume to chase my dreams, like its nothing, like I do not always leave them at the door.

 

A couple of weeks ago, I went out again on an expedition  ( shopping trip), out in my favorite city, into to the smaller areas where the people go to. It is in narrow streets, which have a very old Lahore feel to them.

You can find things which of  a good quality and cheap, you can see a lot of people, all of whom know each other. Basically its all friendly, nostalgic and full of stories and potential . And as far as my intended jump into photo journalism, I haven’t really got around to interviewing people, or doing proper investigation type work. Because for now I just want to master taking good pictures, and being more confident in the streets and being able to frame a story. Then maybe after that I can make vlogs and films.

Any way, here are few picture I took at Saddar, in my attempt to capture people and time. I hope to do more in the future and help the people in any way I can. But I want to preserve and protect what is there also.

The shapes, food, friends, smells, rooms and colors. I don’t want the people hurt, but we do keep on getting hurt . We should be happy, God should permit us that, we should be allowed to be happy. We have earned it. It not right to go on being  happy  for a while just to be bombed down.

I want our safety back, I want peace of mind, I want the numbness away.