“We are all grown-up children, really. Our lives are made up of adulthood and childhood, all together. So one should go back in search of what was loved and found to be real.”

— Audrey Hepburn

Everything is calm… it’s wet outside… I watch the rain… I like watching the rain… I walk under it, feel it caress my frizzy hair… my skin is breathing… it all takes me back to many years ago… where I decided to move and live in The City of Rainy Days… I even miss its grayness… oh so much!

Everything is lovely… I smile and enter my daily *underground* stories… the umbrellas are all tucked in their bags… they all crave the rays of a shining sun… sitting next to one another, with nary a smile on any face, reading about bloody violence… this is when I start to feel sick inside, and when the calmness starts to fade away.

I can’t wait to take the escalators up and feel the breeze all over again.

S

This is going to be marked as my first post for the fourth month of the year…

I’ve been thinking for a few days now: why do things seem abnormally normal to you while the same things normally seem abnormal to me? Are you trying to act the character you’ve always dreamed to be or have you really become restlessly numb?

Conclusion:

We don’t live in the same universe but I like it that way, I reckon.

S

– Why are you laughing?
– Just so I won’t cry.
– You are strange!
– I also mind my own business.

Well, well, well… It’s that time of the year again… first day of spring… Nowruz, the lovely Persian New Year and all its traditions… the smell of “Haft-Sin” and its killer beauty.

Let me take this opportunity to wish you all, Persians and non-Persians, a brilliant Nowruz and a happy new year… Hope 1389 brings you great health, happiness inside out, a heart full of love, and whatever else you personally dream of… Have a wicked one!

A big smile to y’all,

S

Ladies and gents:

Let us all go *green*, for St. Patrick’s Day, for the earth, for our land, for our own sake, for each others’ hearts, and for many other things in the universe.

Be green and stay the same color!

Cheers!

S

So this weekend I was told,

… Hmmm

Never mind!

S

– You have to smoke pot if you want to be one of us.
– Well, I don’t want to be one of anybody.

It’s the *eleventh* of the month.

And I’m already thinking of inking another blank card; while struggling hard on the thinnest borderline.

S

– How do you spell *mayhem*?
– M.A.Y.H.E.M
– Beauty!
– I see the beauty of mayhem.