Over the last one year, around thousand people would have smiled for me during the evenings I spent at the night clubs, galleries and hotels of Bangalore city. All their smiles were short lived and lasted as only long as the burst of my camera flash lasted. Of these people, only a few know me by my name and only a few that I would be able to recognize. But a majority of them have all end up being entries in a sea of names in my notepad. But for the newspapers in my city, their portraits have...
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Over the last one year, around thousand people would have smiled for me during the evenings I spent at the night clubs, galleries and hotels of Bangalore city. All their smiles were short lived and lasted as only long as the burst of my camera flash lasted. Of these people, only a few know me by my name and only a few that I would be able to recognize. But a majority of them have all end up being entries in a sea of names in my notepad. But for the newspapers in my city, their portraits have filled up an entire page practically everyday. They are the socialites of my city, or better known as the Page3 people. This is the page3 community
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