“Grandpa! You should get a digital camera for yourself now; they’ve got good mega pixels, you can increase their memory and download pics straight to your pc” his granddaughter would often ask him to rid of his old film camera. But he had always been a conservative, a traditionalist; he loved his old film camera. He had been a professional photographer for a leading magazine for over three decades. Three months back, they finally let him go; “God damn those digital photographers.”

He inserted a film in the camera and finally got ready for his shot of an old tractor emerging from the haze; when he heard a car approaching the bridge on his right. He halted his shot and waited for the car to pass by, but the car stopped and he heard the door open and someone stepping out on the wood-plated floor of the bridge.

He didn’t like it when people would stop to see him take photos; he loved his privacy. But this time it wasn’t about watching him take the shot; he heard a few clicks of the camera from the far right edge of the bridge. Confused; he looked at his right.

Someone with a digital camera had just taken his photos.

(Fiction based on the Photo)
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