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!
requirements: yellow dal, water
environmental setup: 100 degrees of gas flame and a SLEEPY cook
results: YELLOW DAL == BLACK DAL
My landlord comes running, knocks at my door and i hurriedly wake up ...
LL : were you cooking?
Me (confused) : May be?Not sure!
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basically, i slept, keeping the dal on high flame and found it in a different state of its HOT LIFE!
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