My favorite letter is A in caps. Definitely biased.
But I think I have a fondness for n and m and p. The smaller letters. Like Nakula and Sahadeva n and m are siblings, slender but strong, similar but different.
The small a is absurd. It looks like a gourd, the mangled ones you find in markets sitting in a heap with other contortionist vegetables.
I don’t have a problem with its mangled form. It just feels like an unfinished story. Like this past year. It feels uncomfortable and painful. Like it was stopped mid-air during a somersault.
Abrupt.
