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A picture is worth....


One of the things we do as a family is look at all our pictures. Just a random slide show, of all the pictures playing on the family TV when nothing More interesting is on. It's a big and ever growing collection of pictures - right from our wedding to any taken in the recent past. I have also been meaning to get the older printed ones scanned and available for this collection. 
You recognise some faces, some events - of course from the time you've been with us. Surprisingly, you can also guess about some of our pictures that are way older than you are - from a time that seems like a life before last. One fact is, we might already have a bigger collection of pictures with you in our lives than those without.
To a large extent, this is purely because its much easier now to be able to capture happier moments on a reproducible medium than it ever before was. Our parents and us mostly relied on our memories to dwell on for indulging in nostalgia. Most pictures those days were events in themselves - far and few between, calculated to be taken at a time that was expected to be happier without unpleasant surprises. So you'll see many  pictures of weddings, birthdays, holidays etc from those days. Not many pictures captured normal day-to-day happy moments of our lives. At least not for us belonging to the not-so-well-to-do class of people anyway.

For your life and generation though, you would expect to see snapshots of happy moments throughout your life. Well, as happy as could be captured by the lens of the camera. That is why I try to capture you in the act - playing, acting up or just being yourself.

Dear daughter,
In life, there is more often than not, much more than what meets the eye. No one would ever know whatever goes on between and behind those two eyes with a smiling face in a picture. However, not dwelling at the wrinkles and looking at the bigger picture is also a good habit to have. If a picture with a smile is worth a thousand words describing happiness, a thousand happy pictures must be worth volumes of happy times that could never be put to words.

That's the big picture I hope and wish to leave for you- that we have a huge collection of day to day pictures with happy moments. In your later life, when you are reading this, there might be times when nostalgia of happier past will accentuate the relative unhappiness of present. That's part and parcel of duality of life. These snapshots of happy moments should be your secret palette of bright colours to go back to even if the vision around is dark and full of shadows.
Don't worry and do not despair. Keep on collecting those happy moments of your own and add them to the collection we've left for you. Not just on the newest mediums out there but as fond memories in your heart.
In the grand landscape of our life's portrait, a few dark shades here and there would only help to bring out the bright hues we've splashed all over the scenery. 

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