I was browsing through my folders today and saw the photos I took last December when I stayed in Male’ for a day prior to my flight to Manila.
I stayed in a guest house and took some photos of the room while letting the time pass.
I am so used to being alone without feeling lonely, however, the room where I stayed has this melancholic air in it.
Not so sure if the feeling was brought about by the color of the wall paper or the effect of the sun rays dimmed by the curtain.
Sometimes I wonder why I take photos of curtains and windows and wall paper and pillow and other trivial stuff.
But then when I look at these pictures again a few months after taking them, not only do they bring back memories of the day but they also stir up certain feelings, known and unknown.