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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.


His Sweet Smell

'The Musk' is the flavor that I bought for him, years ago. And he had been using it ever since because it's one of those things that made me hover around him a bit longer than usual. When we began to live together, his body odour used to bother me. Well, doesn't it bother everyone? In fact, my own body odour ticked me off. So, there were a lot of experiments I did to find the best flavor for him, and 'The Musk' was forever.

However, a few months later, he went away for a couple of weeks. I missed him, oh so bad. I couldn't wait for him to be home. The morning he was to return, I woke up early and kept the house ready to welcome him. I miscalculated the time and went away to buy grocery and meanwhile he reached home. As soon as I heard about his arrival, I sped up my walk.

I ran, and as I opened the door, the wind brought along with it the sweet smell of him. I felt safe, happy, fulfilled. And no, it wasn't 'The Musk'. It was the good old body odour.