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Chapter 8 : can we forget our past?

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Chapter 8 : can we forget our past?

I gulped and took a step that moment lights were turned on soft yellow lights around the ceiling illuminating the wall that was like a half-circle I walked in eyes landing front on the wall the whole wall covered with photos. Like all over it

I was drawn to it. The starting had blurry photos of a man in his mid-twenties waving at the camera and then him having a meal at the dining table with his family then him again in the garden like this, there were several photos of him.

"That was my uncle he gifted me the camera on my seventh birthday" Dhruv implied from behind.

Walking further by the gallery were some more blurred photos of random people like walking on the streets, sitting at a cafe, and running in the rain, they portrayed the unclear mundane activities of nothing significant as if a child discovered the camera for the first time and he clicked photos of anything and everything. Then moving around the photos improved they became clearer the angle got better the people were smiling and laughing they showed happy moments one's birthday, weddings, babies just... happy occasions.

I moved on to the portion where the pictures had more detail and depth.
Like an old man with a sad smile watching kids play.
Barren dilapidated tree near big multi-complex building.
Each photo showed emotions that could be felt just at a mere glance of the scene like it captured emotions of that moment.

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