Khanabadosh | Kashmir
People ask me "Ye aap ganday ganday bachon ki tasweerain kyun lagati hain?" (why do I take pictures of these dirty kids). And of people who have unwashed faces, uncombed and tangled hair, weird scars, dry patches and freckled cheeks__ I have nothing to say to those, for you can't convince or force someone to see life beyond that skin.
They are too blinded to see the beauty, too ignorant to read the stories of endurance and forbearance and too shallow to see life oozing out of those dry patches and weary eyes. They just cant see the signs of struggles and hardships in the tired bones and wrinkled foreheads, they can't spot happiness and untold stories waiting to be written and told at the curve of their lips.
They can't, they just can't see the human aspect and before you can even finish taking that deep breath, they instantly label you as "Oh Lord, we have yet another 'philosopher' among us." And to most of us it strikes as a gaali (curse) and then we try justifying it "ni ni aisa nahi hai" (no no it's not like that) as if it's something as worse as being called a traitor or infidel or even worse.
The point is that please own it. If it takes you to be a philosopher to be a human, then be it. But own your creations, show your perspective boldly, let the readers read, let the viewers see, let the living penetrate in the souls that make them feel alive. Let nobody take charge of your life, don't live a lie just because people can't decipher your truth.