Until next time, good bye Georgia! Thank you for filling my hands with memories and my heart with love and kindness. ♥️🇬🇪

When the mountain smiles and the wind whispers to you, you’ll know—you’re a mountain person.

Don’t wake me, i’m not dreaming. 🇬🇪 🌉

Mountains are mighty protectors, guardians of centuries-old tales. To hear their stories, you must bow in reverence. Then, the snow will smile upon you, and the trees will whisper their hidden truths. 🇬🇪 ⛰

Traveling is like reading a poem—every new path holds a new kind of magic. 🇬🇪✨

Dear younger me,

I know you—
somewhere from the past.
You made mistakes,
your heart is broken,
and you’ve lost your way.

I want to tell you,
it’s okay to be wounded
and scared.
You will get a chance
to heal,
and you will find
the courage to get up again.

Until then,
keep going.

To Shanikutti,

I still remember the little girl who used to run into my arms whenever I call her name — the one I carried through the fields, with laughter and sunshine all around. Time has flown by.

Tomorrow is her wedding day, and my heart is full. Wishing both of you a lifetime of love and happiness.

With love,
Binochachan

We are all lost in some way or another
on the road to home.
Some are still searching.
Some fall apart along the path.
Only a few ever find it.

I hope you do.