In the crowded party, she kissed me in the cheek so unexpectedly, and then told me” Hey,…did you know that I kinda like you…?”. She whispered this to me and flew over a tree like a wild bird does.
At that moment, I mean at that very moment, I wished from bottom of my heart that she would say such a thing to me when she is sober too. But it never happened, never, never, never. I waited so long for that moment. So fucking long. I desperately was looking for a sign that would imply she likes me. But nothing, none, wheeesh, finitto ….
Consequently, I had to go for another wish. I wished she was drunk all the time; perhaps that incident would happen again. I even wished she basically was an alcoholic. But on the second thought, I realized that it was a brutal and arrogant wish.
One day, I came forward and told her straightforwardly that : “did you know that on that party, I mean on that very party, you told me that you kinda like me?. She denied it right away. Then added:”even if that is true, don’t take me serious when I am drunk“. Did she break my heart when she said that? I don’t know, I guess I become so frigid that I couldn’t grasp my broken-heartedness if it occurred to me.
Anyway, I came across this old Persian saying that “ Masti & Rasti” Meaning: “The drunkenness comes with honesty” or “ honesty comes with drunkenness” (who cares which one comes first). I got so rejuvenated when I heard it. I kept reciting this proverb hundred million times while running to her (yes, It was a long way). I found her in the produce market, picking some strawberries. “Did you know that in Persian literature, there’s a proverb saying honesty comes with the drunkenness?” I said.
– “ So…?” She asked.
– Do you remember that party? you….”
– “Ahhhh…give me a break ..,” she interrupted almost impatiently!…” If I’d like you I would’ve been saying it to you hundred times”
– So you mean…
– I mean …I mean ….she paused and suddenly looked somewhat emotional “I LOVE you, and it is more that liking, Don’t you get it? I LOVE YOU, god damn it” then she dropped all the strawberries, hold my head with her hands, and kissed my lips so hard that I could feel they were turning to one of those strawberries rolling around.
At that moment, I mean at that very very moment, I was thinking the Persian proverbs and Iranian literature in general, are truly ocean of wisdom, spirituality, applicability, and indeed is the treasure of yadda…yadda …yadda
