Looking at these photos of my tiny self, I’m instantly transported back to a time I don’t remember, but one I feel in every way possible. I was only around a year and a half, with curly hair that had a mind of its own and a plumpness that showed a carefree little life. Dark in complexion and with a bit of baby chubbiness, I looked so content—probably unaware of the vast world around me. My aunt, my father's sister, lovingly called me "Shiplu," a name that still echoes in my family’s laughter and conversations today. It’s amazing how a simple name can hold so much warmth and nostalgia.
These photos were captured on a Kodak camera, that precious tool of the past that made capturing memories feel like an art. The reels had to be washed, the images developed, and finally, they’d appear on plain glossy paper, holding moments in time that seemed ordinary then but are priceless now. Somewhere between 1988 and 1989, these photos came to life—innocent moments I never knew would matter so much to me years later.
Looking at this little version of me reminds me of love and care that surrounded me from the start.
It's hard to imagine now, but back in 2002, smartphones were practically unheard of, at least in our circles. Social media didn’t exist, and entertainment wasn’t as instant or as accessible as it is today. In those days, school life was woven together by friendships, endless gossip, cycles rides, and the occasional, treasured photo on a camera we used to call the “digicam.” One day, I took my prized digital camera to school. It was nothing like today’s cameras, with its grainy, low-resolution images, but it was magical for us. I was in Class 11 at Chittaranjan Colony Hindu Vidyapith, Baguiati, Kolkata. I had no idea at the time that the pictures I took that day would become my only visual memories from my school days, spanning from KG to Class 12. My friends were thrilled about the camera – boys and girls alike crowded around, eager to be part of a rare moment captured on film. Everyone wanted their picture taken, smiling wide, making faces, and goofing around. But of course, we ...
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