“When Istanbullus grow a bit older and feel their fates intertwining with that of the city, they come to welcome the cloak of melancholy that brings their lives a contentment, an emotional depth, that almost look like happiness. Until then they rage against their fate.” says Orhan Pamuk in his memoir, Istanbul: memories and the city. It rings so true in my life nowadays. When I stopped daydreaming about running away a while ago, and embraced my fate here, this blog and zillions of other things came into being. I am finally at peace.

 

 

 

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