My niece Aashna’s at an age where she’s still struggling with language. She understands that things have names, but doesn’t know what to make of them. Her communication with us is limited to a series of incoherent sounds, the meaning being filled with gestures.
When I think of it, there’s actually a glass wall between her and us. Her movement is open to us to interpret, but her thoughts are not. And I wonder if she too looks at all of us from the other side – the side beyond language – and wonders what joy we find in talking, and why no meaning reaches her….