1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="ZbrqWD9TWI"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/faded-and-blurred/">Faded and Blurred</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/faded-and-blurred/embed/#?secret=ZbrqWD9TWI" width="600" height="338" title="“Faded and Blurred” — PoohsDen" data-secret="ZbrqWD9TWI" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> I flip though the photo albums filling the gaps in my memory, trying to recall the past. Photos of my childhood. The one from my trip to Yercaud, my tear-stained face at Suicide point in Kodaikanal, birthdays, celebrations, my ear piercing ceremony where I spotted a cast on my hand and more. Documented and saved. They tell a story and in today’s digital iPhoto age, I wonder what my daughter will flip through 20 years from now. But then I finally find the courage to seek the album I wanted to look. Photos of my grandfather – the precious few that are around. Black and white and yellowing with age. I pull them out the plastic sleeve protecting them, carefully feeling the crumbling paper on my hand. The people on the picture, staring at me are as familiar as they are strange. They are faces in the prime of youth. Faces that speak of joy, pride, challenge and achievement. The eyes that look at me show the drive and determination to succeed. I wonder if someone would look at my selfie 30-40 years later and think the same of me. I look at the picture. One of the many. I […]http://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/IMG_1440.jpg