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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!

The roar of joy

It takes several, painful weeks before I pick up a canvas. And then a few more days before a thought becomes a sketch. Yet beyond the first few strokes, I feel the world around me diffuse — like you just blew away a Dandelion flower.

A moment later, my thoughts, feelings and sensations become one — about whatever is and will be on the canvas.

Like last week when I started to make a tiger’s paw prints on dry, dusty grounds. I started around midnight and had given myself four hours. Yet it was 6:30 in the morning by the time I was done.

In those countless hours, I had visited a parched jungle, felt the heat burn my skin and had lived that moment in the past when I was in a tiger safari for half-a-day, only to see nothing but the footprints.

The blindness of nothing in sight but that moment, the deafness of an unheard roar around, and the weightlessness of a 6-month pregnant body — I was engulfed.

The tiger on the canvas looks like it walked on concrete. Yet the experience is etched in my heart as joy, pure joy.

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activityKavita Srinivasanart, canvas, wildlife, forest, personal