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ﻣﻬﺮﯼ ﺳﺎﻻ‌ﺭ ﮐﯿﺎ، ﻭﮐﯿﻞِ ﺳﯽ ﻭ ﭼﻬﺎﺭ ﺳﺎﻟﻪ ﺍﯼ ﻫﺴﺖ ﮐﻪ ﭼﻨﺪ ﻣﺎﻫﯽِ ﺍﺯ ﺗﺄﺳﯿﺲِ ﺩﻓﺘﺮِ ﻭﮐﺎﻟﺘﺶ ﺗﻮﯼ ﺗﻬﺮﺍﻥ ﻣﯽ ﮔﺬﺭﻩ … ﺑﻪ ﺍﺻﺮﺍﺭِ ﺧﺎﻧﻮﻡِ ﻣﯿﺎﻧﺴﺎﻟﯽ ﻭﮐﺎﻟﺖ ﭘﺴﺮﺵ ﺭﻭ ﻗﺒﻮﻝ ﻣﯽ ﮐﻨﻪ ﻭ ﺩﺭﮔﯿﺮِ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽِ ﻫﻤﺴﺎﯾﻪ ﻫﺎﯼ ﺟﻮﻭﻧﺶ ﻭ ﻣﺮﺩﯼ ﻣﯿﺸﻪ ﮐﻪ ﺩﻩ ﺳﺎﻝ ﺍﺯ ﺁﺧﺮﯾﻦ ﺩﯾﺪﺍﺭﺷﻮﻥ ﮔﺬﺷﺘﻪ…ﭘﺎﯾﺎﻥ ﺧﻮﺵ


ﻗﺴﻤﺘﯽ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺍﺳﺘﺎﻥ:
ﻣﺎﻧﺘﻮﯼ ﺍﺳﭙﺮﺕِ ﺳﯿﺎﻩ ﺗﺎ ﺑﺎﻻ‌ﯼ ﺯﺍﻧﻮ ﻫﺎﯾﻢ ، ﻫﺪﺑﻨﺪِ ﺳﯿﺎﻩ ، ﺷﺎﻝِ ﺳﯿﺎﻫﯽ ﮐﻪ ﯾﮏ ﮔﻮﺷﻪ ﺍﺵ ﺑﯽ ﻗﯿﺪ ﺭﻭﯼ ﺷﺎﻧﻪ ﺍﻡ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻩ ، ﺷﻠﻮﺍﺭ ﮐﺘﺎﻥ ﺳﯿﺎﻩ ﻭ ﮐﺘﺎﻧﯽ ﻫﺎﯼ ﺳﻔﯿﺪ؛ ﺳﯿﺎﻫﭙﻮﺷﻢ ﻭ ﻋﺰﺍﺩﺍﺭِ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﺍﯼ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺮ ﻗﺒﺮﺵ ﺍﺷﮏ ﻫﻢ ﻧﺮﯾﺨﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ! ﺩﺳﺘﺎﻧﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭﻭﻥ ﺟﯿﺐ ﻫﺎﯼ ﻣﺎﻧﺘﻮﯾﻢ ﻓﺮﻭ ﻣﯽ ﺑﺮﻡ ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺪﻭﻝِ ﺯﯾﺮ ﭘﺎﯾﻢ ﺧﯿﺮﻩ ﻣﯽ ﺷﻮﻡ. ﭘﺎﯼ ﭼﭙﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺟﻠﻮ ﻣﯽ ﮔﺬﺍﺭﻡ ﻭ ﮐﺘﺎﻧﯽِ ﺳﻔﯿﺪﻡ ﺭﻭﯼ ﺳﯿﺎﻫﯽِ ﺑﻠﻮﮎِ ﺟﺪﻭﻝ ﺟﻠﻮﻩ ﮔﺮ ﻣﯽ ﺷﻮﺩ. ﭘﺎﯼ ﺭﺍﺳﺘﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺟﻠﻮﺗﺮ ﻣﯽ ﮔﺬﺍﺭﻡ ﻭ ﮐﺘﺎﻧﯽِ ﺳﻔﯿﺪ ﺩﺭ ﺳﻔﯿﺪﯼِ ﺑﻠﻮﮎِ ﺟﺪﻭﻝ ﮔﻢ ﻣﯽ ﺷﻮﺩ. ﺳﺮﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻃﺮﻑِ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥِ ﺍﺑﺮﯼ ﻣﯽ ﮔﯿﺮﻡ. ﺑﺎ ﮔﺮﺩﻥِ ﮐﺞ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺍﺑﺮ ﻫﺎﯼ ﺧﺎﮐﺴﺘﺮﯼ ﺭﺍ ﺯﻝ ﺯﻝ ﻧﮕﺎﻩ ﻣﯽ ﮐﻨﻢ.
ﺍﺧﻢِ ﮐﻤﺮﻧﮕﯽ ﺭﻭﯼ ﭘﯿﺸﺎﻧﯿَﻢ ﻣﯽ ﻧﺸﯿﻨﺪ. ﺑﺎﯾﺪ ﮔﺮﯾﻪ ﮐﻨﯿﻢ؛ ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ! ﺳﺮﻡ ﺭﺍ ﭘﺎﺋﯿﻦ ﻣﯽ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻡ ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺪﻭﻝ ﺯﯾﺮ ﭘﺎﯾﻢ ﺧﯿﺮﻩ ﻣﯽ ﺷﻮﻡ. ﭼﻪ ﺍﻫﻤﯿﺘﯽ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻤﮑﻦِ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺑﻘﯿﻪ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﻧﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﻢ؟! ﻣﻦ ﺍﻣﺮﻭﺯ ﻫﺮ ﻃﻮﺭ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﺎﯾﺪ ﮔﺮﯾﻪ ﮐﻨﻢ. ﺑﻌﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺩﻩ ﺳﺎﻝ ﺑﺎﯾﺪ ﺣﺪﺍﻗﻞ ﯾﮏ ﻗﻄﺮﻩ ﺍﺷﮏ ﺑﺮﯾﺰﻡ. ﺻﺪﺍﯼ “ﺑﺎﻡِ” ﺑﻠﻨﺪﯼ ﻣﯽ ﺁﯾﺪ! ﻧﮕﺎﻫﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻭﺑﺎﺭﻩ ﺑﻪ ﺍﺑﺮ ﻫﺎﯼ ﺧﺎﮐﺴﺘﺮﯼ ﻣﯽ ﺩﻭﺯﻡ؛ ﺁﻥ ﻫﺎ ﻫﻢ ﺑﺮﺍﯼ ﮔﺮﯾﻪ ﮐﺮﺩﻥ ﺗﻼ‌ﺵ ﻣﯽ ﮐﻨﻨﺪ! ﺳﺮﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺯﯾﺮ ﻣﯽ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯﻡ ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﮔﺬﺷﺘﻪ ﻏﺮﻕ ﻣﯽ ﺷﻮﻡ. ﺭﻭﺯﯼ ﺑﻠﺪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﮔﺮﯾﻪ ﮐﻨﻢ. ﺑﻠﻪ ، ﺭﻭﺯﯼ ﺍﻟﺘﻤﺎﺱ ﮐﺮﺩﻥ ﻫﻢ ﺑﻠﺪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ!:

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