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Life is a long, wondrous and continuous introduction to yourself.

The act of creation — it leads me to unknown places. Only to make me realize that all was known, always. And yet, I live every day with the hope that I’ll explore, create and grow into someone new. Because what’s life if not a long, wondrous and continuous introduction to yourself.

In this journey, music lives by my side. I find melody in my writing, and a lot of writing in my melodies. Sometimes, I hear songs in the bubbles of boiling tamarind water. Or in the stroke of red paint over the canvas. Or in the giggles of a child after a good joke. Tunes find their way even into my boredom, curiosity and the thoughts in between. And a rhythm taps into my sorrow, so it can take the leap to laughter.

Such is music. Such is life — yours and mine.

Hello!

Of Tragedies

“Why does tragedy exist? Because you’re full of rage.”

“Why are you full of rage? Because you’re full of grief.”

Out of an immersive writing session about transitions, this quote struck with me.

Unrelated, today, I wrote about my first Piano lesson and the creative mentor I discovered through that. My piano training began with “Numb by Linkin Park”. So, as I finished writing about it, I searched YouTube to listen to the song. Unaware, I discovered Chester Bennington is gone and then read more about his untimely death.

I was already in pieces writing about my creative mentor and crying over a lost sense of expression. However, to read about artists struggling with relationships with others and themselves provided some solidarity. It brought back the realization that self-expression and self-awareness is unsustainable to keep up with. Earlier, I had overcome it by losing myself into the people and purposes of the life around me. Disintegrating myself into everything and everyone.

However, now, the matter around is devoid of interactions. And there’s a call for a new approach to reconnect with life.

In the beginning of this year, I had decided to stop the fight — with unfortunate events and realities, with unfavorable consequences, and with what you get instead of what you want.

I will honor that decision and let the tearful stories take away the lingering pain.

Kavita Srinivasan