Jogging Memory 

I was in the middle of writing a blog post about different topic when I scrolled down older pictures from the laptop to find a picture for it and I saw these pictures.  I do not know the name of the flower. I found them when I jogged in the morning when we stayed in…

Shots From Bathroom 

It is hard to believe it’s the end of the year already. And the fact that I haven’t done anything to get close to my dream of being ‘someone’ makes me upset enough. I had made plans and it did not turn the way I wanted it to be. Lack of motivation was also the…

How They Do It

Every time when i am sitting on my writing seat elbows on the writing table, fingers holding tightly to the pen and eyes staring at the blank paper (Most of the time I use wrinkle papers from my five years old son after he is not satisfied with the paper plane he made and toss…

Intermezzo 

Coming from a certain place, country, suburb, a village or whatever we call it makes us think that when we meet someone or some people and we tell them where we are from, we expect them to know that place. At least that what i used to think.  About ten years ago, I went to…