Whenever we switch on the lights on film set, we call it striking..Suddenly dark becomes light or sometimes night becomes day.
Over here I will throw light on darker subjects, stories, world of films, ads and sound.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I carry my home in my pocket.
which has my mother tongue.
Orphan Pamuk
Where is my home? where my mother is. where I find protection. Then my home is my mother's womb.Then all of us are born alienated.
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