Nature, Mom and me.

My mum doesn’t like when I take pictures. It’s not her fault. She behaves as other grandparents do. I was born in her mid-forties. Hence, my parents are old. And Yay! I won’t have to face the generation gap because, with god’s grace, I face a double generation gap. But it’s beautiful to get the love of parents and grandparents from the same people. Okay, enough is enough. Let’s switch back to the topic.
As I said, mommy doesn’t like it when I take photos while we go on a walk. She says a girl shouldn’t behave like this. What are people going to say? That her daughter uses phone too much. Well, that’s true. No one should be addicted to the phone. Even if you are intoxicated with the beauty of nature.
Trust me, I don’t take selfies. I am not so obsessed with myself that I take photos of my face rather than nature. I love to capture nature. Everything in that, dried leaves, barren trees, dying sun, and flying butterflies. My phone is filled with beautiful greens, yellows, reds and browns.
And my mum? It’s not her fault her either. We live in a village. Life is different in the countryside. In the city, you don’t care much about people. However, in the village, we do. (sometimes too much). What people say, doesn’t bother me. I am conscious of my mother’s thoughts.
The question is how do I make my mum understand this? That nature refines my soul. The trees do not only give oxygen, but they also give fresh stories to me. And my beloved Sun? It’s the pool of my energy. I click pictures to see them in my solitude. It gives me a vibe to believe in myself. Plus, it makes me feel I am a good photographer. I made a file of Virat Kohli’s photos in school. I still have that file. So, how can I leave so much? For society? That always has departed great lovers. No, I can’t and won’t end this affair for people. I will fight with my family until they agree to fix my marriage with my loving nature with a wedding album.