Tag

#The memoirs of a photographer

Browsing

Atin was sitting in his spacious study room in an overstuffed chair and was aimlessly gazing at the window. He was a professional photographer and has worked with numerous reputed international agencies. He has come to the fag end of his career. He has restricted his work over a couple of years since his body has failed to cope up with the perils of intermittent sojourns. As he was gazing through the window, several memories…