When you are not a slave to the day of the week at work, you know you are free. When you know that your day doesn’t begin at 9am but a couple of hours earlier, you know it’s gonna be fun. It’s interesting when I have to watch beautiful women look even more beautiful as part of my work.
I see that shimmer in their eyes when they make for a gorgeous picture. And also make some money from it.
Well, the interesting part is also me. On most occasion, I am an antithesis of a fashion shoot. If the whole brigade is in blingy stilettos, I am twirling in my worn out keds. If they have everything pink and proper, I am in my oddly sized knot shirt and favourite denims.
I am not sure why I do that. But I find an immense satisfaction in just fading into the scene where I find my own story, my own magic and my own moment.
I am not saying that I don’t like ‘pretty’ but i prefer the background, what’s behind the scene.
As a kid I learnt an amazing thing – “i am not a leader nor am I follower but I am so much fun just sitting on the fence”.
My world today was my perfect place. I had my small memories tucked around me snugly. I picked up one of favourite accessories which i got hand made from a tribal woman in Gangtok. Its special because it bought on one of my first solo trips as a very young girl.
The colours of stones strung around a piece of thread have stayed with me years. They still hold good.
Yes, my shirt says ’hippie’. And somehow I like the feeling of that word. There was a time when i used to call myself ‘Ambition free Hippie’. I just liked the sound of it.
What I am trying to arrive at is a space which somewhere exists in the middle of our everyday life. The idea is not be preachy. But in everything I did today, or wore today or even heard today had no obvious dorky rebellion. But it had everything to be an accepted spectator without sticking out.
Since no part of my life is without music, I kept humming a line from Def Leppard’s mush filled song “Two steps behind” – “There’s a magic running through your soul”...I wish the old world rock makes a come back...or maybe I like being stuck in time.
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