I do not call myself a photographer, nor do I claim the discipline of carrying a camera every day. Yet photography has always been the quiet language of my soul — the way I listen when the world whispers. For me, a photograph is not a possession but a pause: a fleeting conversation with light, a silent confession of what stirs within me, a delicate meeting point between the visible and the invisible.

Out of this devotion, I once built a home for others who longed to see differently — the IUBAT Photography Association. For a decade, it became a space where young dreamers learned to frame not just images, but their courage, their confidence, their belonging. In their laughter, in our exhibitions, in the gentle critiques shared late into the evening, I discovered that photography is never solitary; it is a circle of seeing, giving, and receiving.

Today, life carries me across many roles, but photography remains my anchor to wonder. I return to it as one returns to prayer, to poetry, to silence — not to capture, but to be captured; not to master, but to remember. Each frame I share here is not just an image, but a fragment of my inner self, laid bare in light and shadow.

Not all of my photographs find their way online; many remain quietly with me, resting in unseen digital corners, waiting for their moment. Life often keeps me from sharing as regularly as I wish. Yet a few have found their way to Flickr — glimpses of light set free, fragments of stories that slipped through the silence.