Urdu first came to me much in the way stray animals become pets; I found it hanging around my neighbourhood, then my home, until it gradually became a familiar fixture, something I did not know but enjoyed walking around. And then, somehow, like cats or religion, it became wholly essential to my life, providing relief in the lull of an afternoon or in the face of a calamity. It is the rhythmic and familiar something I curl into when the world feels gathered in shadows.
tinyletter #002
tinyletter #002
tinyletter #002
Urdu first came to me much in the way stray animals become pets; I found it hanging around my neighbourhood, then my home, until it gradually became a familiar fixture, something I did not know but enjoyed walking around. And then, somehow, like cats or religion, it became wholly essential to my life, providing relief in the lull of an afternoon or in the face of a calamity. It is the rhythmic and familiar something I curl into when the world feels gathered in shadows.