Gabo is forgetting things…… Gabo once said that, all days are the same Tuesdays…. Am sitting now in this far eastern small town in turkey, smelling the same khushburnu chai(tea) , listening to the same old Turkish music, seeing the same faces talking to me…. its the third time i am here in this town, and it seems like life is becoming just another Tuesday….. Is it the eventual re-occurrence of things that makes us start forgetting, is it the same way we forget our breathing because of its eventuality and abundance  that one day we start forgetting about life too … can life be forgotten because of abundance of…