Reading a page of a book out of thousands and millions of pages is, for us, like looking through a window on brighter side of the world that is constantly calling us, tempting us to set on a journey with the frigate of a book for more and more adventures...

As long as the mist doesn’t rise 

I'm infected with these writings. The very things the woman writes to me. I cannot ignore her writings. They're not forgettable, not made to be left behind and forgotten, unlike all other notes and writings you see in the room. You cannot receive the postman's pack and then throw them away. I will leave all of them for you to read. Perhaps you will realize what is hidden in the writings that do not let me alone. Sometimes I think that it is atonement for a mortal sin. Her handwriting has bewitched me; there is a touch of moaning between the lines and when I am reading them I am afraid that the letters' denticles or humps would plunge into my pupils. 

The very writings take me to that damned village. Now I know all its inhabitants, all the eighteen households living there. And my destiny is tied with theirs as if I had been living there. I am split to halves, one dwelling here in this room and the other living there. I can describe there now as if I had witnessed all its details with my own eyes. 

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The Color of Tiger's Gum / Page 49

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Author: Hamid Parsa (1978 - )
Publisher: Naqde Afkar
ISBN: 978-964-228-098-8
Release Date: 2012
Language: Persian
Genre: Fiction
Category: Contemporary Iranian Short Stories
92 pages

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