A thirteen-year-old boy with a 1.5mp mobile camera, wandering here and there in his small hamlet capturing whatever attracts his eyes, wildflowers, tall bamboo plants, cute dandelions, the beauty of komorebi, and what not. The boy wanted to capture a lot of other things but the camera had its limitations and there were economic limitations as well. So the boy accepted whatever he has got and just kept enjoying his little world. A few years later the boy got something, something he wished for many times, The boy had a loving sister who knew how much photography means to the boy and she gifted him a brand new DSLR and it was the best gift the boy ever got and it remains so. The boy carried the camera wherever he used to go, people often used to pull his leg over his hobby and use to laugh over why he carries a camera everywhere like he is a professional but he never paid heed to their gibes, he loved photography and that's all he knew. He loved it because his dreaming led him to photography and it was photography that shaped his philosophy.
The boy believed that Photography is the art of freezing a moment, which has long gone, on the walls of memories. He wanted to cherish all the beautiful moments, he wanted to gather all the beautiful and inspiring things he has seen throughout his life, he wanted to find interesting things in ordinary places, he wanted to feel the aura of the places he has been, again and again, he wanted to slow the shutter speed and increase the aperture of his observations and above all, he wanted to carry all those memories with him as long he would have lived.
It is the story of the boy who loves Photography, It is the story of the " Boy with the Camera"