I think when I was introduced to mathematics, that's when I felt lonely... When I valued X and left it alone, I realized that when some things are valued, they change and you become lonely... Life wasn't like this when I was little. If I fell down, my mother would say there was nothing wrong and kiss the painful part. I think I grew up when my mother's kisses lost their power!
When I was little, a stove was installed in the only heated room of the house. You can call it a stove, but for me it is the hypotenuse of our square room, standing in the most beautiful corner of our room, where an object that is the subject of insults finds meaning, not only the room, but also the heart. . .Who would think that the heat of a stove would be surpassed by a criticism? It's going away...
Mathematics, leave me behind, everything happened because of you. As I was talking about the stove, it would warm us up and illuminate our home. Today's children do not know the connection between stove and chestnuts, nor could they know about those chestnuts sold on the streets. He was the Black Murat of our house, the hero who warmed us on cold nights. We used to race with my brothers. Who will eat more … What about now? We started texting each other from separate rooms. No Turkish film has written about such a separation. We didn't have a happy ending anyway. When I was little, I was also interested in science. I would put various fruits on the stove, mix their scents and create a natural room scent. We wouldn't bother with light perfumes like we do now, just because the smell doesn't last for 3 days. Oh math! 5 degrees of honeycomb temperature was never equal to 1 ton of coal. We were always aware that you were a large family back then. We did not come together only on holidays like we do now. In fact, we cannot come together on holidays anymore. We say long live the holidays and write under the holiday pictures of our spouses and friends: 'Happy holidays'. Then where are the old holidays? Actually, old holidays are only in my head. Otherwise, the old Ramadans left this country by riding in white minibuses. Hey old Ramadans! I'm sorry, in this age of consumption, we bought your new one. How old and old... Nothing could remain old in this era. Warm sand, a wonderful beach and sun. Goodbye, holiday mornings of my youth! My grandfather used to tell his entire experience around the stove like a fairy tale. Were my grandfather's conversations warm? Or was it the warmth radiating from my face looking at the stove to my body that warmed me? I didn't know. I think this age we live in is the age of fairy tales. People who were made to believe in empty dreams... But still, no one gave as much pleasure as the stories in front of the stove. Little prince, hear me! Adults understand us. This time the little ones don't even believe you! Not everything could be experienced online like today's generation. There is neither a stove nor my grandfather anymore... Help Archimedes! Discover the buoyant power of water so that the water inside the honeycombs recovers and heats up. We did not use a night lamp. Because we had a stove and it would illuminate the whole house. The sounds coming from the stove sounded like a lullaby. There was a whistling sound coming from the jug on the stove. You would think that the yacht pipe in the military! As you can see, our imagination would develop. We would tell ourselves stories and go to sleep. Is it like that these days? Longing for sleep. Children who are constantly playing and intolerant! Thanks civilization! You changed our lives, but be careful, your only remaining tooth is rotten! Oh! I couldn't stop saying this. Then something happened and the stove stopped heating. Even though it wasn't summer yet, they removed the stove from the house. Who knew then that this wood-filled superhero would make our lives beautiful? He took the first blow in the war of civilization. And they dismantled it. He has no connection with the house anymore. And the house never got that hot again... I think the stove is the home of our hearts. When he left, Tokyo built a skyscraper on the land he left behind! Nobody sat together anymore. They did not share life together. We were alone now. They brought something called honeycomb to our house. It didn't look like a stove, though. We were free from coal, soot and dirt, but we were left alone. We didn't even come together to warm up. The houses grew larger and the rooms increased. There was a separate honeycomb in each room and a different loneliness in each room. We didn't gather around it like a stove. Everyone retired to their own room. There were no more family conversations. It was replaced by internet chats. Hearts were as cold as the rooms! Our family has been replaced by empty conversations. We now told our most important secrets to others instead of our family... We had hundreds of so-called friends in one room. But the conversations did not warm us like they used to. The screams that no one understands us anymore became louder! Yes, Uncle Peyami, you are right! We are alone. Now leave me alone math ! We were left alone in the rooms. As you know, 'ONE' was truly the loneliest number!
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