Memories of by gone days

Grandma Stella reminisces about a rainy day from her youth when she played in the garden in the pouring rain, much to her mother’s amusement.

It is raining and chilly. I decided to make some comfort food. Ash-e-Reshte. I came downstairs and drew the curtains back. On this wet cold morning, there was a turtledove in the garden spreading its wings wide and preening itself. I think she was taking her shower.

Many years ago, when I was young and carefree, I recall running up and down in the garden. I was barefoot, I raised my face up to the pouring rain, my arms lifted high to the sky, trying to catch every raindrop. I giggled in delight!

When I walked back into the house, dripping wet and making puddles, my mother chided me, “Stella! Stella! What foolishness is this?” But she was smiling as if she understood.

Ah, turtle dove, you brought back a sweet memory to an old lady…