“‘There are two kinds of men,’ said Ka, in a didatic voice. ‘The first kind does not fall in love until he’s seen how the girl eats a sandwich, how she combs her hair, what sort of nonsense she cares about, why she’s angry at her father and what sort of stories people tell about her. The second type of man - and I am this category - can fall in love with a woman only if he knows next to nothing about her.’”
— Orhan Pamuk, Snow
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Favourite novel!
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Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Romantika
Be strong, our meeting point is in Paradise.
InsyaAllah.
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Sunday, November 27, 2011
I found love.
You were a never-ending search,
with no answers.
But -
Love is a binding Soul,
that brings you forth
to the One Truth.
You were Darkness.
I was a blinded Soul.
But -
Love is not a search,
it is a lost moment found,
like Light on a dark winter's night.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Transendental
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