Stains left by a drop of purple ink between folded papers...

Ink is fading into history, yet these essays remain. Nazan Bekiroğlu writes of things she learned only as the purple ink flowed from her pen, and of truths she always knew—like the fact that tears of sorrow are purple.

This collection invites the reader into the author's inner world. Like a child playing with ink blots, she reveals her night butterflies, giants, fairies, and deep associations on literature, culture, and life.