My Hobby My Talent Author : SINDHU HEGDE

 My Hobby My Talent

Author : SINDHU HEGDE

Hello Everyone ,, How are you all doing ? I hope you all are doing well. Friends , as we all know that everyone has a favourite hobby to do . And I am writing this blog only to express and showcase my talent (hobby) which is photography . Are you all interested ? So then why should we wait ! C'mon lets start 👉..


So friends the clicks you are seeing , those are the ones that I have clicked. Well , I am only able to share few pics only but there are more than 40 pics that I have to show. Hence , these are the pics that I have clicked during the lookdown. My hobby is to click pics of the nature and my dream is to become a pilot . I too want to tell you the story behind these photographs. Well , I didn’t know that I too had a hobby in which I can show my talent to the world. So this is a story of a day when I saw my cousin brother posting pics which he had clicked . So I thought that why should I not try . So I took my phone and took a small plant and clicked the photos of that single plant. When I posted on the social media (WhatsApp) I started getting so many comment’s that you are a awesome photographer. At that point of time I was very happy . So on weekends I started to do the same thing . I got a bunch of comments and I continued. So friends this was a short story of how I stated doing photography . Well ,if you are interested I wanted to tell you all that I do speak the American Accent by only seeing GK videos who speak in that accent. So my dear friends these are my 2 hobbies which you guys can also learn. And as god Sri Ram said that “Anyone can become anything , if you believe in yourself”. So this is your Sindhu Hegde , Singing off.. Have a nice day.
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