Deep and Madhav met every day. Madhav always had his camera. On one occasion, he had turned up at Deep’s door while his new friend was getting ready to shave. So, when he opened the door to let Madhav in, Deep was heavily bearded in creamy shaving foam. Click!
Deep had begged for the negative of the offending picture, but Madhav did not take the slightest bit of notice.
He watched as Deep cleaned the sink in the bathroom. Deep felt his gaze on the back of his neck. ‘I hope you are not thinking of taking a picture of me doing this.’
There was no answer. He turned to check, but Madhav shook his head and smiled. Deep smiled back and resumed his scrubbing of the faucet. ‘So, tell me, who is the one person you want to photograph more than any other?’
‘That’s difficult. I have two. One is in
