## 🕊️ The Lost Mother: A Story of Faith, Memory, and the Power of Photography
Sometimes, truth walks quietly into our lives, only to remind us that *facts can be stranger than fiction.*Back in my dad’s studio, I had a habit — a small ritual, really. Whenever a film roll reached its end, I would photograph whoever happened to be around: a fakir passing by, a saint resting in the shade, a friend dropping in for chai. It was my way to complete the roll of 36 exposures so that we could develop it along with client deliveries.
Those images, once developed, found their place on a small “scrapboard” wall inside the studio — a casual gallery of faces, emotions, and moments. It wasn’t meant for business; it was for curiosity, conversations, and connections. Visitors often paused by that wall, and in those pauses, I found new friends, fellow dreamers, and stories waiting to be told.
Then one day, cinema turned real.
A man arrived from a remote village in North India. He had been searching for his mother for years — she had disappeared long ago, and he had lost all hope. One of his relatives, by sheer coincidence, visited our studio and saw a familiar face among the portraits pinned to my wall. It was her — the mother he had been searching for.
With the help of the local police, they traced her. The reunion happened soon after.
He returned to the studio in tears, holding my hand, thanking me endlessly. I too had tears in my eyes. That day I realized something that changed me forever — photography is not only about light and composition; it is about *life itself*.
That photograph didn’t just capture an image — it *restored a bond*.
Such is the power of photography and video. They don’t just record; they redeem.
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