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"Sweya Aaradhana Sarva Aadharana"—
It all began with an unexpected call—a fellow photographer asking me to cover an event. I wasn’t taking freelance gigs then, but when he said, “Sri Chinna Jeeyar Swamy is coming to our hometown,” everything changed. As a child, I’d mimicked Swamiji, draping myself in his likeness, carrying a small stick. And now, I stood before him, camera in hand, capturing moments that felt more like prayers than photographs. One frame stood out—a portrait that held his grace, wisdom, and serenity. Later, his disciples told me, “Swamy smiled looking at it.” That smile—that moment—was beyond priceless. Some stories aren’t just captured; they’re lived. And this? This was one I’d cherish forever.
"A Soldier Framed His Senani"
"Janasenani—more than a leader, a force that shaped my very being." From the days of his struggle to the moment he rose as Deputy Chief Minister, I have stood firm in my admiration for Pawan Kalyan. We bore the taunts, the doubts, the endless dismissals—but today, as he set foot in Gudivada, spearheading a safe drinking water project, it wasn’t just a political visit. It was history unfolding. As a press member and a lifelong follower, I stood there, camera in hand, heart pounding. The aura was indescribable, the moment surreal. To see the man who molded my character, who ignited my fire, now walking these very streets—it was overwhelming. Tears blurred my vision, but my hands remained steady, capturing not just an image, but a legacy in motion. Some frames are mere photographs. This? This was devotion, resilience, and destiny—woven into a single shot.
"The Picture That Smiles Back at Me"
"Some moments aren’t just clicked; they unfold like unscripted poetry." During the early days of my career, every opportunity was a gift, and one such came from my sister—trusting me to capture their family’s special occasion. Amidst the rituals and celebrations, my camera sought stories, and that’s when I found them—two little troublemakers, my sister’s daughters, eyes brimming with mischief. They giggled, whispered, and before I could take the shot, they mocked me—mimicking my stance, my focus, my every move. And in that playful defiance, in that fleeting second, their expressions blossomed into something perfect—pure, unfiltered cuteness. Even today, every time I look at that frame, I can’t help but smile. Some pictures capture moments, but this one? It brings them back to life.
A Mother’s Timeless Moment: Love, Laughter, and Tears in a Single Frame
Through my lens, I saw a moment unfold—one that words could never truly capture. As my sister stepped into the hall, her world seemed to pause. Her eyes locked onto her little girl, dressed in traditional attire, standing there like a vision. In that instant, something shifted. A rush of emotions flickered across her face—joy, nostalgia, disbelief—all colliding at once. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out, not just to hold her daughter, but to steady herself in the wave of memories washing over her. And then, it happened—the kind of raw, unfiltered moment I live to capture. A laugh, choked by happy tears, filled the air. It wasn’t just joy; it was the weight of time, the beauty of motherhood, the realization of how fleeting it all is. I clicked. Some moments aren’t just seen. They are felt. And this? This was one of them.