It's getting dark, fireflies are dancing in the air. Their winking lights makes our surrounding dreamy.
7 bonfires are ready, we bring some oil and waiting for my grandpa, parents, aunts and uncles to join us. Gradually everybody are coming: "Happy chaharshanbe soori".."Happy Norooz"..kissing and hugging.
My dad starts firing the piles of wood one after another. "Ok let go" My dad announced. We line up and start jumping while whispering "zardi man az to, sorkhie to az man" which means my sickly yellow paleness is yours, your fiery red color is mine. After celebrating charshanbe soori we all get together in my grandpa place for a delicious meal. Laughing, making jokes, having fun was our way to welcome spring.
I am 31 now, well almost. Having crazy March, this is my way to celebrate this beautiful ancient feast. But I am promising to myself next year I will do this not just blogging about it. Next year I promise
OVER 7 BONFIRES
WHISPER THE MAGIC.
P.S Picture from here and here