October
5, 2019 is not forgotten..
Thinking
of M in Qizvin and S in Teheran
I
have always been fascinated by IRAN (I have written about it elsewhere in this
blog) and at the end of September and October, there was a concrete attachment
of my heart to IRAN
It
also coincided with the uprising there, I am sure the first of many till the
birds whose wings have been cut naturally grow back their wings.
A
visitor arrives on Air Arabia at 3 am at Cochin International Airport
A
Buddhist Monk puts in an appearance
A
friend from medical student days reenter the common space of philosophy
Each
of the Iranians in my world began filling me in with stories, not one of an
absolute hate or depression but one of the descriptions of the beauty of a
culture thousands of years old.
I
felt the presence of Hafez. The last Ghazal was about False Piety. How
appropriate
There
is TWILIGHT in Teheran that I must have very soon in my heart
All
of these interactions have polished my heart, I thank IRAN for this
extraordinary gift, the best in 2019 of making me a better
PERSON
More
sensitive
Considerate
Able
to cry
Able
to absorb the tears
It
has been incredible
And
each day it is only growing ..
THANK
YOU, MY IRANIAN FRIENDS..
