14/03/2016
The Spectators
The Fatal Love Story...!!
A series of 40 pictures.
Creative-Direction - Sandeep reddy, Srikanth Ajay SA
Story, Photography - Srikanth Ajay SA
Co - Photographer - Kalyan Chakravarthi
Creative-coordinator - Sandeep reddy
Story Writer & Title - Neeshi Nyay
Make-up, Costume-Design and Styling - Amreen Aftab
Cast & Crew - Nazir, Sravanthi, Shreedha Bhat, Sri Rathod, Uday Shankar
Story:
I was walking along a meadow, wondering whom to taunt next, whom to toy with when I came across a being who seemed far too content for my liking. She sat there, leaning against her bicycle, playing the violin with no care in the world. I was fascinated. I’ve looked into the soul of so many people. They were always jaded, had rough edges, sceptical of everything. But this soul was different. She seemed…pure. I could sense she wasn’t unfamiliar with hardships either. But it didn’t affect her like it did others. I did not like it; I was used to witnessing misery as a spectre. It was my job to witness life and misery was all I had seen so far. I wonder how I can break her. This should be fun.
I tagged along with her wherever she went. She seemed fulfilled, pleased with her life, comfortable with who she was and it unnerved me. I stopped in my tracks, I could see someone approaching. I went over to him and I could see a flower hidden behind his back. I rolled my eyes, this has got to make her smugger now. He came closer and whispered her sweet nothings. She accepted and she seemed happier than ever, didn’t even know that was possible.
If watching her was torture, watching them both was worse. They were so much in love, it was nauseating. They were inseparable and I slowly got used to seeing him with her always. I followed them everywhere and they were starting to grow on me. They lived in a bubble of their own, a world they had created for themselves. They were so happy together, I’d never even seen or experienced love like that. The emotions their soul felt was slowly effecting me. The pureness I felt from her soul was nothing compared to what they were feeling now. Why did I ever want to break something so perfect?
They sat by the beach and I sat by them. Them unfeeling me and I feeling every emotion that coursed through them. There was another couple behind us, they were in love too but their love came nowhere near to these two. I sat there, listening to her read a book, just like he did, when I noticed a commotion behind me. Two men approached and before I knew it they slit the throat of the man behind us. A man’s life is charted out before his birth and yet here were men taking the life of another, acting god.
I noticed they left the girl unharmed. I wanted to warn them but they could not see or hear me. I could see how I would finally get what I wanted, how if they killed him it would break her soul. But I no longer wanted that to happen. I could not interfere and change course of life either, even if what was happening was unnatural. I looked on as they dragged him away, pinned her to the ground and forced her to watch him die, watch his soul slowly trickle away from his body, leaving him lifeless.
She crawled to him after they left and tears dripped down her face. She did not yell, beg for him, her soul was already broken. I could see what she was going to do next. She was wrecked but she seemed almost at peace doing what she did next. I watched as she walked towards the beach and slowly into it till the waves engulfed her. There was no one around to witness any of the happenings, except for you and I.
