You can call me a dreamer who loves to capture the moment. A moment though fleeting often captivates our own thoughts and stays longer in our memory. Memory and time merged into each other, they are like two sides of a medal, cannot exist either. Bereft of memory a person becomes the prisoner of an illusory existence state , falling out of exists . Whereas Time , per se, helps to make known the essence of things. I also loves to observe life at slow paced carefully intrinsic the stamp of time and nature's elements of beauty and its link with art and human soul which is capable of spontaneous aesthetic experience. Capturing moments creates an image which expresses life itself. An image like a meta-language helps us to communicate with each other and assimilate the experience of others. And sickened people like us really get spellbound by just looking at it.