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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!

Chocolate & Childhood

"One espresso escape and One drinking chocolate." She said. Me, my partner and my sister (who is visiting us for a month) were at Ghiradelli Square a couple of days ago. Despite that the place is a tourist trap and the quality of their products is not extraordinary, we salivated at our chocolate delicacies; within minutes, all the cocoa disappeared.

It reappeared in the form of hysteria.

Just like regular intoxication, we have no clarity on how it all started. My sister and I began to laugh at some childhood games that we used to play. One thing lead to another and we cracked up on how strangely senseless those games were. And yet, so much fun that they gripped us for the rest of the night. We had to leave Ghiradelli before we got arrested for 'suspicious' behavior. I am not kidding, we couldn't control our laughter.

When we reached home, my partner decided to film our games, replayed after 20 years or so. These days, that video brings me out of intermittent episodes of depression.

[embed]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B73AILLVRXg&feature=youtu.be[/embed]

It's strange that when we are children, things make less sense and are a lot of fun. As we grow old, we try to find sense in everything that we do and miss out on a lot of fun.

Hence, I refuse to grow up.

Here are the scripts for the first clapping game and the second clapping game.

1) "Umajoshi ye ye ye My mother she told me six years ago There was an old lady knocking at the door With a Ooh, Aah, I want some Pah!!(?) The Pah is sweet, I want some Meat the meat is tough, I want to go by bus The bus is full, I want a bull The bull is fat, I want my money back The money is green, I want some cherry beans The cherry beans are red, I want to go to bed The bed-sheet is green, you are a fairy queen S. T. O. P comma comma STATUE J.U.M.P Jump!"

2) In Hindi

Aao milo shilo shalo kacha dhaga race laga lo dus patte tode ek patta kacha hiran ka bacha hiran gaya pani mein pakda uski nani ne nani gayi london wahan se layi kangan(in our video we crack up because my sister mistakenly says 'wahan se layi gardan (neck)') kangan gaye toot nani gayi rooth nani ko manayenge ras malayi khayenge ras malai achi hamne khai machi macchi mein tha kanta humne khaya chaanta chaanta pada zorse humne khaye samose samose bade thande master ji ke dande!