There are feelings for which no single language is enough. You reach for a word in Hindi, but it doesn't quite land. You try a phrase in Albanian, but the rhythm feels incomplete. And then, somewhere in the middle — kuch kuch hota hai — something happens.
But what is this "something" that happens? kuch kuch hota hai me titra shqip
And in that space — between Hindi melody and Albanian clarity — I am no longer lost. I am found. Drawn. Tërhequr. There are feelings for which no single language is enough