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.