Death means you are in the third person.

All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps.

Love is the use one makes of another.

Fathers die.You keep on loving them in any way you can.You can't hide him away in your heart.

There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lovers enter the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in a new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire.

Meanwhile with the help of an anecdote I fell in love. Words caravaggio. They have a power.

That's Anil's path. She grows up in Sri Lanka, goes and gets educated abroad, and through fate or chance gets brought back by the Human Rights Commission to investigate war crimes.