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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!

I was free

The baby wanted to crawl out of the room.

mum said “yes, you can!”

I crawled free.

 

The young girl wanted to wear the short bermuda

that Annie wore when she was 10.

Dad said “girl, you are free”

 

Tandoori chicken at kim’s kitchen,

and I wondered what would some meat be like.

A voice said “Woman, it’s yummy. choose food, choose free will, have a bite”

 

I gave up prejudice.

I gave up dogma.

I gave up rotten beliefs. A lot of them, real freedom, I thought.

 

I was free! I was me, I thought.

 

I was dead.

 

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UncategorizedKavitapoem, writing