I am fascinated with moving pictures. I like the way the camera probes, seeks, displays. How it moves sensually, voyeuristically into realms and lives. I am amazed by how its gives away people: simple gestures and words and sighs. Is it because I am more interested in witnessing another person’s life, her story or her troubles? Am I, in other words, seeking to escape into these worlds as countless sociologists tell me? Or am I simply the awestruck kid at a magic show? Perhaps so! For am I not amazed and awed and mesmerised by the stories these pictures tell me? I am! Painfully so! For I also want to unearth the source of the magic. I am the kid who wants to ride that tall ferris wheel but am afraid of going up and down those heights. But oh what beauty will I see when I am at its very top?