Falling in love.
Life is funny. Not in the ha-ha sense, but in the sense where you just can't help but let your lips tip up just the slightest. It's so diverse, so rich, so......much and one lifetime feels such a short time to cover it all up. How do you do it? How do you manage to see every nook and corner of this world, learn their stories, see the beauty, the ruins. Learn how that beauty come by, how did the establishment dilapidate? How? Why? Where? When? How do you do fit all of it in this small time frame. So unfair. I want to learn about its people. What does that one garland maker think when he pins the small bela on the thread, slipping it through the needle. What is his story? Does he have a wife? Children? Parents? Does he have enough food? Is everyone in his family happy? Naughtier questions like, did he ever fall in love? Does he make one of these garlands for his wife to adorn her hair? So much to ask, so much to be answered. Falling in love is so much more than finding one per...