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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.


Mortal Kombat

“Presenting, Mortal Combat by IGIT!”

As soon as the announcement was made, we ran to the stage, the nine of us and began our dance performance in my college festival. We wore bell-bottomed black pants, with black spaghettis and a satin off-shoulder tank-top. The tank-top was in various colours – blue, green, red. My team had practised and had worked hard for months, choreographed the show together and we had also designed our own costumes. Oh, I was so thrilled about the entire show.

It was a minute after we started our performance that I felt something snap. Soon I realised that my bra hook had given away. Four on the right, four on the left; I was in the center of the group. My friends in the audience clapped for me, even as I was horrified about my clothing. I had to decide, in that split second, to walk off the stage or to go on. I wanted to live that performance; after all, there were eight others who would be hurt if I walked out. I continued and in the next few seconds, I could feel something slipping off my chest. “Oh my god, I am wearing a strapless bra!” But there was nothing more to do, we just had a minute or so to perform. I kept at it, ignored the slipping modesty and finished my part as a team player. As I walked out of the stage, I was glad that it was over.

“Here, It was lying on the stage!”

Tears rolled down my eyes, as a fellow dancer handed over my inner wear. My friends from the audience came to meet me backstage.

“What happened?”

“You didn't look like you were into your dancing,”

“Yeah! Your face was off and no smile too,”

“It was a great performance though. Are you alright?”

People flooded me with questions while I tried hard to control my reaction. “Maybe no one noticed.” I thought. “I should not make it apparent on everybody”. My best friend cheered and hugged me tight.

“Girl, what happened?”

She whispered in my ears and I pulled her to a side. Then, I told her about my wardrobe malfunction and showed her the bra.


“Why are you laughing?” I said.

“That's funny but don't worry, none of us noticed anything.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes girl. We just missed your usual energy on stage!”

I held her so tight and let out my tears of relief on her shoulders. Just then, everyone in my team jumped. We had won the competition.