23/04/2026
11 years ago today: stacked books for a tripod, a bedside lamp for lighting, Rehan’s world map as a backdrop, and his camera because mine was trash.
Today: stages, cameras, moments I never saw coming.
But here’s the thing: for every stage I’ve stood on, I’ve been rejected ten more times.
For every camera that’s rolled, there’s a pitch that didn’t land, a door that didn’t open, a version of myself I had to leave behind.
I’m nowhere near where I know I’m capable of being. Bigger stages are coming. Monumental sets.
A message I haven’t even fully delivered yet.
But Rehan, thanks for being there when it was just books and a dream.
These clips exists because you showed up when it looked ridiculous.
Still a work in progress. Still having fun. Still reframing. 🖤⚡