I guess I did love my 'looks' and before the camera clicked I would most times irritate aesthetic sense saying cheese all ears.Sometimes you have one of those memories that just won't leave you. An ordinary event suddenly carries that awesome feel of something special and you just know within that it will no more be an ordinary event. I never understood during my early years what exactly snapshots meant. So I have those unframed, uncensored moments when I forgot to say 'cheese' and the camera clicks just when I was watching if the photographer's moustache twitches when he clicks... And then I heard the photographer say " Oh the baby didn't smile" so then to please everyone around I smile ear to ear ...And still again they dress me up like I am some rubber doll, like some stuffed up soft toy and I stand beside my one and only sibling feeling it a little loss of dignity to have to hold hands(partially for gravitational balance) in public ... Then I give a weakly delighted smile at my best man who is a little sad because the nuns give me over to a different partner for the nursery dance and I still smile well.............. And then I am into the pangs of growing up those teens we all either quieten up or rebel through, conscious of what the world expects and what it does not and still being asked to say cheese I do... ...And then you are grown up, so grown up that the photographer has no time to say 'cheese', nor do you the luxury to say it and then the camera clicks and you learn to smile the way the world expects you to...A photo frame is empty only till it holds a photograph,after it holds, the frame looks emptier.
