The daily route

Tulus Avenue Tolsan is not that famous or famous street name. But with the idea of ​​living our Tulus, the name of that path is so much involved.

He is the name of a path where people live where they live, living their lives, and we have also gone. Each path has its own character, has its own posture, rhythm - and everybody with the rhythm is also involved.

Each path has a story - the person becomes the character of that story. Each path has a familiar face, a familiar story with those familiar faces - we go to the face of those familiar faces, become the character of that story. In the meantime, we also became known faces of that Avenue Toulouse. That's the rule.

On the first day, on that road, I came to see this place, suddenly it was raining, and in the hills behind, the rain was blurred in a rainy canvas painted a painting - I decided to stay in that house.

And the place of work is also near this place, so all the conditions have been fulfilled. Then, whether it was a snowy day or a rain, or an abir ranga evening, winter afternoon, along with the picture of this path, I went across.

And when our shelter is at the right side of the path - the busy path of morning or cloudy afternoon or evening, midnight or holiday yellow draws me in a lonely path. A cup of tea in the morning, to give a sip to the bottom of our backlink, the path that has taken a turn - Avenue Tolsan, it seems quite to see the chaotic chaos of that path.

Every morning, old people buy a purse in the bread shop, buy a paper from the front papers, and walk back home to walk slowly. On the holiday day, a beggar came with his dog on the left side of the street - the French grandson cuddled the beggar's dog a bit and returned to his place after hearing the beggar's guitar.

On the one hand, the end of the road, where the path has been tilted to the university, the way of coming and going every day. On the other hand, the road gets mixed with the fog of the winter, and turns around - it is better to walk without purpose, to walk uninterrupted, alone.

In front of that path, the fragrance of the bread in the French bread shop, arranging the flower of the next flower shop, opening the windows in front of the front of the house next morning, clean the window glass on the bright day, on the bright day, return home by the way, away somewhere Going - how to live with everyday life, live life, live together.

When Aveli Tolsan becomes a part of life, I can not understand. Or the path that I used to go before, then, the path that I will follow, all the way around. People think around the path, love to live a path. The path that gives people an address, the side of the path gives confidence. So, go ahead and go through the path, change the way, walk on the new path, all that is a part of life, the journey of life.