Telling a story - Please tell me a story, that is what we used to ask as a child?

Before you sleep, for making yourself comfortable.

I liked listening to a story as a little girl, I liked talking a story as a mother. Even though, you always ended up drifting away to sleep in the middle. That condition would have comforted you.

The nights, when somehow we are adapted to sleep, those cycles of daily conditions were, as if going to another world, where my parents don’t belong, no my brother, no any of my friends with me. It was as if going on a trip, a night trip alone could have been exciting trips, could have been slightly afraid of for its uncertainty.

Those seeds, how we planted, we never know, how it would turn out to blossom.

 The title of this kaleidoscopic photograph is, `The talks on the ship`, from 20th April 2017.