Here we are once again. Standing from left is Akhtar with that hair! Rouhi Salahshour.
Sitting from left a girl from my class, me, Rafa'at Hassanpour and Pouran Amini.
Where are all these women I wonder? Old? Dead? Alive? Have they lived a happy life?
The last I saw Akhtar after some 24 years, I wished I hadn't seen her and instead kept the sweet memories I had of her. She had become old (was 4 years older than me), moany with that husband who had turned into a religous fenatic. We didn't have much in common and our time spent in me listening to some one I knew not. When I left their apartment, all those sweet memories of our youth evaporated like bubbles over water. Was our life all bubbles over water?
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