A Car Without A Name
memories together over the past year-and-a-half. So many of the good and bad memories we made happened when we were driving that car. More than my "wheels" and a mode of transportation, it was my sanctuary and refuge from so much in life. My kids and I had long laughing sessions, screaming matches, and music discovery and re-discovery times in it. Both of them learned how to drive in that car--Oh My God, that was something, remember?! So many times I sat in that car by myself, crying my eyes out, or writing something in my head as I was commuting to and from work. Well, it is gone now. I picked up my new car today. This one is the same car as Shabdiz, only it's brand new. I will have to get to know it before it, too, can feel like an extension of our group. It will need a name first. It could be named Rakhsh (Rostam's horse), or Golgoon (Shirin's other horse, identical to Shabdiz), or Yaghoot (Morad Barghi's car--does anybody remember that one!?). I rather liked the name Shabdiz, though! Can I call this one Shabdiz, too? I don't know. It feels so disloyal to my blue Shabdiz to go buy a brand new gold car and call it Shabdiz again, as though that original one never existed! I know I must sound like a sentimental fool to you, but help me out, please!Tell me, what do you think?