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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!

Possessed

17 months looked after me. Yes, time does bring us wonderful things in the form of people, laughter and enrichment. It leaves us with memories and even before we get to know we have a big ever expanding bag of priceless possessions. Possessions we only know, we have. Possessions we cannot touch. Possessions we cannot carry. Possessions that are ours but still belong to the time we leave behind. I am on my way to another city to begin a new life, once again. I wonder. Why does change hurt this time? Isn’t it supposed to be good? Have I not always welcomed new beginnings? I have my dream workplace, after trying to make it for so many months. Then why should I be so affected by other usual reasons?

But as it seems, they are not usual. Over the years and after uncountable experiences, I had looked forward to some warmth. In the quest for finding it elsewhere I did not see that I had it right where I grew up. My home was my home. Somewhere in between I remember saying to myself ‘It feels like I am finally home’.

And now, I am home sick.

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