There are gas cylinders exploding in vistas of prosperity and splendour. For a few weeks, I pray Ayathul Qurshi when I make tea in the morning. On some nights when I close my eyes I dream of rubble, broken tile, singed flesh. Imagine surviving a 2-year pandemic only to be killed while making tea in your home!
I read this during a study break and wow... what a treat! It's so beautiful and captivating. Absolutely love how vibrant and immersive the writing is. Definitely worth having spent it to read this!
As someone who writes occasionally (I wouldn't call myself a writer), I keep asking myself the same question too: "Is language leaving me?" and it's something I relate to personally.
I read this during a study break and wow... what a treat! It's so beautiful and captivating. Absolutely love how vibrant and immersive the writing is. Definitely worth having spent it to read this!
As someone who writes occasionally (I wouldn't call myself a writer), I keep asking myself the same question too: "Is language leaving me?" and it's something I relate to personally.
Thanks for sharing this!
Looking forward for more :)