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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.

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Kitchen towels can wipe worries too

I picked the wrong time to run that day. It was just 2 hours before I had to leave for a class. But the problem with my decisions is that I can't override any of them. So, G and I got ready at 1pm to do a short(2.5 mile) run along the bay.

It was a scorching, hot day; and I hadn't carried any water. I felt quite bad during the run but I pulled through and by the time we got home, it was 2pm. I had to leave at 2.45pm. I rushed to take shower, because, in the series of stressful plans that I had made for the day, one of them was to make lunch. The item on the menu was 'Paneer Paratha'.

For those of you who don't know what it takes to prepare paneer paratha, please check out this delicious recipe on Cucumbertown.

Now that you understand that this tight-timed recipe takes 15 minutes, you might understand why I my pitiful plan was ambitious too. I was out of the shower at 2:30pm. Hurriedly, I started to prepare the stuffing, kneaded the dough and kept the pan on the stove to heat up as well. Within 7 minutes, I had prepared the stuffing and the dough. I had to make 5 decent parathas in 8 minutes. When I was at the 3rd bread piece, I started to panic. G, my partner, came around and hugged me while I cooked. He knew I was stressed and despite his attempts to comfort me, I continued to struggle and meet my own expectations. I asked him to pack my lunch-box with 2 parathas with some yoghurt on top, so that I could eat on the way. He did as required and also asked me to just roll the other parathas and go. He said he would manage the cooking part.

At 2:48pm, I was packed and rushed out of the house. Just then, G handed me over a huge piece of kitchen-towel.

"What's that for?" I said.

"Oh, you have yoghurt in the box" He said.

I didn't understand what he meant; so,I just put the towel in my bag and went on my way. I managed to catch my bus but since I was hungry and stressed, I didn't feel any better. I opened my box and the smell of the parathas with yoghurt filled my senses. At the same time, I felt awkward about the smell reaching the other passengers. In my starved mode, I took a couple of bites but closed the box to avoid further embarrassment. The yoghurt was all over my hand and around the box. I had to keep the box in the bag and wanted to not spoil the bag with the spills. That's when I realised why G gave me the towel.

I wiped my hands and the box with it, and a huge smile cleaned my face.

When I reached the institute, I had exactly 2 minutes left to eat the rest of the food. I stuffed my face with the food and once again, the yoghurt was all over my face, hands etc.. I had preserved the towel and in the last few seconds, I wiped myself clean of all the spills with the paper and with the love of someone who never fails to show that he cares.

Yeah, it was just a kitchen-towel; but when I am reminded of my angel watching over me in my hour of need, I feel lucky to have found him.

UncategorizedKavitacare, love, stress, worries