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!
Sickness?.... music is the only therapy.....
More specifically , RANJANI GAYATRI doing the psychotherapy!!! I have no clue what world am i in.... very painful and ironically soothing in the mesmerising voice of the duo!
I should/would be attending the Sudha Raghunathan concert in the city this May. Not particularly a fan of the artiste but my poor listening practice has made me refresh my choices and give an ear to everything carnatic, that comes my way :)
