"No More Tears"
The above sentence was the happiest thing I'd seen in a while. Too bad it was written on a baby shampoo. I guess there's no salvation for me.
The above sentence was the happiest thing I'd seen in a while. Too bad it was written on a baby shampoo. I guess there's no salvation for me.
Tonight (last night, to be more exact) I accompanied my friend Farzam to a taar-maker, for him to buy an instrument. The taar-maker was named “Rasool Khojasteh“, a young man (32-ish, I’d say) who lives and works in Karaj. We spent more than 3 hours talking with him, about many things, including taars and what [...]