The eyes are the mirror of the soul. The soul gives birth to the senses. The mundane form of the living beings are the embodiment of the senses and the soul connects them all. The soul flows like a rivulet for its murmur is constant yet only heard when the world sleeps fast. For it flows for the centuries yet its valley bears no emblem of civilization. For the stream is too fast to tame yet too slow to erect a dam. But the eyes see the soul and reflect it like no one. For the soul is one. It flows through the universe and maintains its unity. It connects life with the material and makes them one. For the life and the material equally, saturate the soul yet it is neither tangible nor corruptible by either.
But what if we want to bind the infinite soul into a jiffy? What if we want to freeze the flicker of the eyes to reproduce the connection of the soul to the earth? We, the two-legged apes, are incessant in our endeavor to contain. Be it life, be it a relation, or be it the limpid stream. Thus, in an attempt to contain the connection between the soul and the earth, we created photographs. The materialization of the senses that only the eyes can decipher. The photograph is a tryst with destiny, a tryst with the time that flows unhindered and is an embodiment of the connection of life and material through the senses.