Fleeting photographs
Photographs through my fingersBlack and white or colour
Overexposed or under
But the feelings they hold are tender
From my parents to theirs and theirs
We locked our time in a square
Travelled space sheet after sheet
And grew page after page
Throw me away with a second thought
36 memories that I begot
Albums piled in every corner
Soot and dust did they gather
We aged as pages turned to glass
Lines on my skin did I amass
now taps freeze every moment
as we grow swipe after swipe
Delete me with a single thought
Albums no longer in every corner
Dust no longer did they gather
Not in the corner nor in my heart
Photographs through my screens
Colour or filter upon filter
Auto-exposed or over
But the feelings they hold are tender
Written by Sandhra K P
with the help of Tanvi M, Kashish Gupta
We had to create an animation inspired by a poem.
Animatic:
Animatic with 1st shot animated:
