Populus trees—kavak ağacı—their branches stretched wide enough to shelter generations.. This is a story about a girl making her way through life, learning to fall in love with the journey itself—the tears, the heartache, the laughter, and the love. Every chapter, every person, every place has left something behind. I won't write about statistics or theories of human behaviour. There are enough people doing that already. I want to write about the souls who have wandered throug

Bodrum - where the sun and sea meets to tell their story! A few summers ago— yet another beach, yet another journey home. I sat beside the sea, yet another favourite book resting in my hands. The perfect company: Dostoyevsky, the sea, and me. The pages turned slowly, the afternoon asking nothing of me. The sun rested quietly upon my skin. A warm breeze traced my face, soft enough to feel like a memory, familiar enough to feel like home. Before me, the sea danced in gentle rhy