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TWENTY YEARS OF CHILDHOOD

This is a series of photographs taken by me, that has some links to my memories, emotions, thoughts and ideas. These, I believe, express myself as a kid, mostly. Yeah, twentieth year of childhood, it never dies, the feeling of being a kid.

These photos are taken over a span of four years from 2010 to 2014 using the 2 MegaPixel Camera on my old NOKIA 2730 C1 handset. No editing has been done. And I have tried to arrange them in a chronological order too, though at some places I, certainly, have meddled with the timeline. 

Ganesh Prasad

1. INCEPTION
 2. OLD SCHOOL
 3. BREEZY EVENINGS
 4. TREASURES
 5. DRY WOOD
 6. COLORS AND CRACKED EARTH
 7. SCHOOL DAYS
 8. FLOW
 9. A PLACE TO REST
10. FOGGY PATHS 
 11. SUNSHINE
12.  OLD DAYS
 13. SUMMER
 14. RAINS
 15. RAINS - II
 16. BRIDGING THE GAPS BETWEEN
 17. CHILDHOOD - I
 18. FEARS
 19. LONELINESS
 20. MOULD
 21. SMOKEY SKIES
 22. MOVEMENT
 23. STORMS - I
 24. CLOUDS
 25. MIRROR
 26. TOUGHEST OF ALL SHOTS
27.  SHELTER
 28. PATHS THAT TURNED INTO GOLD
29.  VASTNESS
30.  GREENERY 
 31. STAINS
 32. RAINS - III
 33. OVERFLOW
 34. GHOST
 35. STORMS - II
 36. PEARLS IN THE SKY
37.  IDEAS
38. HOME TOWN 
 39. UNFINISHED
40.  REALITY
41. CHILDHOOD - CONTRAST  
42.  OLD
43.  BOAT
 44. EVENING - II
45. PERSPECTIVE 
 46. COLORS
47. STORMS - III 
48. VEIL - I 
 49. NIT ROURKELA
 50. NIT ROURKELA - II
51. SKIES - II 
52. PAIR 
 53. TRASH
 54. VEIL - II
 55. DUALITY
 56. FLOWERS
 57. CLASS ROOM
58. STORMS - IV 
59. RAYS 
 60. WISDOM
 61. MY EARLIEST MEMORY : REVISITED

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