Photo-Story

It was wise when someone said “Can’t worship someone, unless I love”. And I worship someone whom I have little chance of meeting someday. They even say it, ‘In spite of Gods’… I acknowledge it…leave it behind, because I know…I love Him.

Why do I offer prayers at Jama? What makes it a special place for me? What pulls me towards her? Is it passion for photography or something more? For me, it’s a puzzle I tried to solve earlier too with little success. It all started one evening when I accidentally went inside and never came back. This photo was taken recently, when I happened to be at Jama during evening Namaz.

“Should I be taking snaps?” I asked myself. “Won’t they find uneasy?”, I was convinced not to do so.

I turned around and walked away. But then I looked back. And what you could see in photo, are the people offering prayers. There was pin drop silence. I felt closer to them. I felt the presence. I felt He was so close.
I wanted to see Him around. I wanted to realize Him. And I succeed in my attempt…till I go back again.