I listen to my heart when it creates confusion between the brain and the heart.

Without knowing why, we wander for no one but ourselves and when we finally set foot on the path of realization, looking back on the paths we have taken, it is as if there is no meaning in living so far.

Holding the hand of this realization, I came down without even an idea of ​​where to go. Vashipuram that there is no going back, K boarded the extended bus and bought a ticket to the last stop. Children were the happiest people I met throughout the trip. Hanging on to the bus and traveling for hours has given way to the memories of school and college days. Sometimes I could be seen in the sun hiding in the dark clouds. I hid beyond the cover of some evasive escape. The day after the rain stopped I was on fire again. I want to find out what reality is beyond love, beyond wealth, beyond fame and beauty.

Without derailing into old memories, he decided to step down from the places he was tired of seeing and the people he was tired of hearing, and walk down new paths to new experiences without the shackles of responsibilities. I don't know how long I'll be alone, but it's better to walk alone than to be with people who don't make me feel that way.

She didn't like being on the other side. But she was trapped inside the walls. Love is causing pain to her. She is destined to stay on that land to see him. To touch those eyes to tell the story. To sip the sweetness of those lips.. to melt in his sweat is killing the moments. She loves to talk a lot and is at a loss for words today. These pains do not have the power to kill their love. May that love never stop. It will stay that way. Because she is me and he is you.

A reminder to you

When I want to make a memory... Let there not be those who hesitated.

Net-time 
Let's be disliked to 
Sowls 
Seedls 
. ...

Let there not be those who recognize a forgotten voice somewhere among the sounds they are hearing....

Let there not be those who stray near the picture of me
Even once in the journeys of thought
Let there not be those who look. ..

Even in a room of the heart
Let it be changed a little 
Let there not be those who put it...

If the news of knowing that I am not there 
If it reaches you 
Even a thought that I am 
Let there not be those who wet those eyes..