Mecca or Hollywood?

The closest I have come to Ka'Beh or God's house is Hollywood Bowl, laid so magnificently in the Hollywood mountains, California. It is by far the most spiritual place on the West Coast.

God is omnipresent of course, but It is even more present where music meets nature.

Wrting about the Grand Encounter

I know I should write about the Grand Encounter at some point. The encounter of two souls in love who met after 18 years...

I will...

I am just not ready yet. I have to be ready, you know. It has to be ripened on its own time. And it will.

Everything has its own timing.

Eshgh Maand

He told me love is still the greatest even when it is all over...I met him once and this has stayed with me...

And who was it who wrote, "Va amma yaar rafto eshgh maand..."?

Hafez? Rumi? Who cares who said it, it is the absolute Truth.

Soul Print

I am back from Tehran.

But I left part of my soul at a small cute apartment near Maydooneh Ekhtiareh with them, and part of it at Unit One on the third floor of International 54-story Borjeh Tehran at her ultimate chic 300-meter apartment, some of it at Sorkhaab, some by the beach at Kish Island where the moon made love to the warm waters of Persian Gulf... and of course, a tiny bit of it in the midst of traffic and chaos of the city.

Then I realized I had left part of my soul on the dirty streets of Bombay at the age of 10, and most of my childhood soul at our Villa in Shomal by the Caspian Sea; part of it on the tiny streets in Bologna, Italy and some of it on the beautiful campus of UCLA where Royce Hall and Powell meet, some at my LA apartment and some at the quad of Loyola Marymount...

I have divided my soul and left parts of it at every place I have loved. This way whenever I feel the longing to revisit those places, I can just reconnect with my soul.

Friendship grows

Yesterday we discussed movies, books and mundane matters. She would only open up to me when she had had a considerable amount of alcohol in her system.

Today she told me about her ex-boyfriend's low sperm count and why she thought he couldn't have children. She said this while drinking a cup of jasmine green tea.

Friendship does grow.

Thirst

I thought I would extend my trip if no one really needed me here. But I didn't do it. I returned and saw my plants in a tragic state.


My plants had missed me so much while I was gone. They were all dried up. I think they were thirsty for our morning chats, not water. After all, I do converse with them, everyday. And they always respond back.