"Tahir Khan is perfectly fine, obviously. No teary eyes, bleeding bruises, limping limbs or fluttering eyelids. Nothing can possibly be wrong. Except, he might be dead."

Tahir lives with Maa and Abba in a refugee colony. A childhood misfortune pushes him down an age long chasm, surrounding him with omnious shadows and illusory objects. As Alex untangles his knotted head, Tahir uncovers a dark past, stored in long forgotten jars.

Crochet is a story of greys, of fractions, of halves, of twins, of dinky dots, of concentric circles, of daisies in gardens, and irises in eyes.