On seeing and being seen.
Hello. I attended a Photography Workshop for the first time ever, and it was such an ethereal experience. By now you know that words speak to me very closely, and when I saw the poster ; I knew I had to be there. The workshop was called ~On seeing and being seen. Something so intangible and close to the kind of writing I do, so close to WHY I do the kind of writing I do. To tell a story and make people feel seen and hence loved. So, I signed up. On the day of the workshop, I had to get to the Art studio called the Sandbox collective. A building numbered 345, so home-like and quaint that Google didn't have it registered on Google maps. They'd sent an email with a landmark with a peculiar spelling of a common Indian name , reflecting the confidence and freedom with which Indians claim to spell names to their whims and fancies xD I typed on the Uber search box, it chose the location and that auto ride began. I was wearing a white crop top with olive green palazzo and a long
