Story of a photo: A child

In each photo a story. This on is of a child. One that dreamnt even against the odds. He imagined himself away from his neighborhood, walking the streets of the world. Perhaps it began to dream when his father told stories of a faraway country. Strange places only accessible by the words he would drink with enthusiasm. Inside grew the smile of a dreamer.

But time passed. Life brings twists and curves, but always follows a direction. The child was no longer a child and the dream was hidden. But always alive. From time to time it would whisper in his ear, but he did not hear it. Contented himself for the happiness of the moment and the assurance of a planned life.

The dream wass rebellious and would not be tamed. When inprison in a cage, it becomes fire that consumes you from inside. It will turn into malaise and dissatisfaction. And the child, that was no longer a child, didn't dream anymore and wished many times he would never did in the first place. He was weak and depressed.

Amid this bleak and cruel time, comes a person that could look through his soul as if looking through the translucent glass. She gives the first word. Grabs him and tells him: "Go." Gives him the strength he had lost. And with her joins another and another. Suddenly, the child has a crowd around him. They give him everything he needed to walk.

The child is a child once more and begins to dream again. It is no longer only accessible in the words of his father. It is in his hands, his legs and his heart. Now the dream burns more intensely, but it does not consume him. It is the force that moves this child.

Finally, when the child sits in these marble stones, he sheds a tear. The dream was there, in front, around and within him. He looked at the Taj, but that was not what he saw. He saw all the people who helped him. He remembered who gave the first push. He thanked everyone and knew that he would never cease to be a child...