The Lost Time

*In searching of lost time
I missed Shiraz and nothing can help to give me a better feeling. I missed our yard with its all rose flowers, orange trees, the pretty cats, and my mother within the garden giving water to the plants
I wish if the time could return and I could go one night to Hafezieh with Laleh, Fakhteh, Parvaneh…and smell the very delightful perfume of the flowers.
I wish I could return to the age of 18-25 when I was an architecture student and I walked through all narrow, curvilinear old alleys in the old parts of my city and measure all the buildings, alleys, even people.
I wish I could go once again to my painting class and say hello to my first painting teachers.
I wish Babak was not sad and stressful these days, and he could get the good news he’s waiting for as soon as possible.
I wish if I could call Shiva, go to her house and we could talk about our never ending discussions up to midnight.
I wish if I could drive with Laleh to one of those very crowded restaurants in Shiraz,on Thursday night and we could suddenly see Sharareh, Sanaz, Ladan, Sunia and we could all sit and laugh together.

*I've taken this title from one of Marcel Proust Novels with the same name.