Letters
All that was left unsaid to people, places, and objects known and unknown.
To People
To my three-legged racer,
Competitiveness is nothing new to me. In fact, it started at the very young age of 9, when I traumatized you, an unlucky classmate, just to win a school race.
Mahnoor Chaudhry
To the angel under the stairs,
There are some days when I desperately need God.
Mahnoor Chaudhry
To my missing piece,
They told me to calm down, to gather myself, that it would help you, that it would be better for you, but how could I? How could I when the baby that I had nourished and grown and had dreams and plans for was slipping through my swollen fingers?
Mahnoor Chaudhry
To Places
Coming soon...
To Objects
Coming soon...