Dear Life

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

dear life 55

dear life,
On your way to Tehran cemetery, the road is spotted by numerous flower boys and girls; yellow, red, pink, white flowers colouring the scenery are in heavy contrast with the mood the people in the cars are bearing: sorrow, love, and grief for the ones they have lost; the children's energy and desire to sell shows of the life zest they hold inside, the heavy aura of the quarter smells of death, of us passing through; the contrast makes you ponder, and then you just feel the strangest calmness as you sit over the grave to pray for your lost loved one.

dear life 54

dear life,
these days my heart feels so heavy. just help me not make a mistake. just help me make the best decision.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

dear life 53

dear life,
how strange games you sometimes play with us, taking us from the safest spot to the most bizarre one. isn't your unexpectedness what makes you so unique?

dear life 52

dear life,
it is funny how the private parts of the body seem to be our most private possessions, not to be talked of. but isn't really our mind the most private?