1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="G5V9SJzSu3"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/smile-please/">Smile Please</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/smile-please/embed/#?secret=G5V9SJzSu3" width="600" height="338" title="“Smile Please” — PoohsDen" data-secret="G5V9SJzSu3" 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> You must have seen them around, admired their work, cribbed about them and complained about them. They are special creed of people; they talk about lights, angles, apertures and speed. And we do have one in our own household -the photographer! There are so many incidences when we run into photographers and just get ready to kill them! Their so-called eye for detail and the skill to disturb the most intimate moments seems to be inborn. I have had one-to-many words with photographers and each experience just leaves me wishing I can kill them. The first murderous instinct came-up during V’s engagement party and she had a hard time explaining that she is not interested in his “artistic” abilities like adding weird graphics and images thrown in between. All she wanted was a record of events as it was. She was not going to pose with her saree spread out around her and shy and coy just for the pictures! We’ll we just chalked it down to one crazy photographer and were ready move on! And then happened this incidence, not-so-newly-wed after 5 full days of being married, V and R decked up and smiled to strangers for their wedding […]