A couple of years ago, a batch mate with much command, ordered everyone to get their baby pictures while coming back from vacation, and in that whole process of oooh and aaahhs and pictures being circulated and flicked by random admirers, some were as it seemed lost forever in the banter and confusion.
With no negatives to make copies from, it seemed like a part of some peoples past was taken away.
Now that everyone has packed for the last time and sent trunks and trunks home, many have found some pictures of unknown babies.
I got a chance to look at pictures of two such people recently,
both good friends. Having always wondered where a certain personality trait came from, this seemed like a possible answer to many musings, a kid in the class photograph grinning with his front teeth missing, another little one hiding while others burst crackers;
What if these were some moments which made them a certain character, and slyly i feel like an illegal entrant to past of the people who don't know that I know.
Pictures have a way of throwing an entirely different age and time on you, little does it matter, if it is some one i know in the picture or someone i don't.
Did the fact that your mother made you wear your sisters frock, make you the fiery individualist that you are? Why do you stand apart from the group, so rigid and lonesome in all your pictures? Did i just take a peek into a part of you that is obscured by years of reading P.G Wodehouse?
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