I do not know Kajol. But at a time when coronavirus has casts its web over the world, his story has found its way into my art through the obscurest of routes: a shingara thonga made by my seven year old daughter.
I once found a cassette recording of myself aged two. In it I only sound your nickname again and again “Zahed, Zahed, Zahed….” It was the mantra of my life.
I do not know Kajol. But at a time when coronavirus has casts its web over the world, his story has found its way into my art through the obscurest of routes: a shingara thonga made by my seven year old daughter.
I once found a cassette recording of myself aged two. In it I only sound your nickname again and again “Zahed, Zahed, Zahed….” It was the mantra of my life.