A house which remains empty for a while often becomes a haunted place for the ghosts to live. Perhaps that has happened to me too, but the worst thing to imagine is am I becoming habitual of living with these ghosts ? these ghosts, these intangible invisible beings living in the deep corridors of my mind, jumping infront of me all of a sudden, from this smell door or that feeling window, or popping out of the drawer or even inside the fridge whenever i move from one freezing thought to another….. reminding me of their silent presence in most creative ways possible.Sometimes they show up in large numbers, dancing…

Yesterday 21st december I celebrated the Yalda night with my newly found persian friend and his mother in Dar-es-Salaam. Shab-e-Yalda is the longest night in the year , and for some reason i enjoyed the persian optimism, of the longest night being over and now the days will start growing, the morning will be coming earlier second by second, day by day, everyday…………We started with the dry fruits fresh from persia, followed by water melon and pomegranates, with the Hafiz recitation of peotry singing at the back. And then our friend played with his first love Santoor, filling the room with the persian musical notes . These persian people, they…