How it all started…

I think I just see things from a slightly different angle.

The first time I held a camera, I didn’t know what I was doing — but I knew I didn’t want to stop.

It started when I was about 11 or 12, still in primary school. My parents had this one Canon film camera, silver body, the only camera in our family. On special days like Sports Day, Canteen Day, the last day of school — I’d borrow it. Not because anyone told me to take photos, but because I just… wanted to. To freeze the way my friends laughed while running in oversized sports jersey, or how afternoon light hit the dusty school field.

Most of the time, the pictures didn’t even come out right. Most of the photos turned out dark — badly exposed, blurry, sometimes with half a head missing (film camera problem + my zero experience). But somehow, I loved it. That click, that sound of the film winding, the wait to see the developed photos — it was magic! When I got the prints back, something in me clicked. Feels like opening a time capsule. It wasn’t just about the photos. It was about holding on to moments no one else thought to keep.

Photography had become a part of me. I can’t go anywhere without noticing a scene, a colour, a fleeting moment that has to be captured. It’s like my eyes are always framing, even when my hands aren’t holding a camera.

For me, photography isn’t just about seeing and capturing. It’s about feeling — and keeping those feelings alive. This website is my collection of stories and photographs — half diary, half gallery. Some are about faraway places, some about home, but all of them are pieces of how I see the world. If you’re here, maybe you’re meant to see it too.