It seemed easy. All I had to do was choose between black and white. All the while, the words from The Matrix rang in my ear. “You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.” And so I picked the black and walked away. Photographed by Shrey Agrawal.
And for some reason, that one bird, flying alone, gave me hope. It made me realize I didn’t have to depend on people. It made me see what I was missing out on. That one bird, unknowingly, gave me my will to live, and that’s when it struck me, that you can’t find hope. Hope finds you. Photographed by Shrey Agrawal.
A squirrel in the obscurity of wilderness prepares itself: deep into the endless abyss of the nightly hour it stared, for long it peered, shivering, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal has ever dreamt before. Winter is here. Fill what's empty, empty what's full, and scratch where it itches. Photographed by Vedant Puri.
I have observed that while the fence, this barrier ahead of me was sufficiently distinct, the scene beyond it was not in focus. It was then that it broke upon my understanding, that barriers are those scary things you see when you’re not focusing your goal. Photographed by Vedant Puri.
Heart is pumping, legs shaking, and his palms are sweaty; fear seizes him, and he feels a disturbing sensation in his chest. Yet, he perseveres: first, he shall learn to stand, then he’ll start moving a bit, and then he shall go full throttle. Life’s hard by the yard, but by the inch, it’s a cinch. Photographed by Vedant Puri.
Even when I breathed there came in my nostrils the sweetest fragrance of Mother Nature in all her wholeness, but a deeper glow settled in the sky which glared at my agonies. A richer tint of crimson was beginning to diffuse itself above, and it was to be morning soon. Photographed by Shrey Agrawal.
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