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!
has anyone had/heard...??? was talking about the most innovative thing we might have come across to relish when this chap from agra..who happens to be my collegue told me about this interesting stuff they make...
You have sheets of white butter spread out on ICE ... and cut in rounds..filled with jaggery and dry fruits and then sealed like a traditional samosa and refrigerated...
cant find the exact recipe anywhere...but wanting to take a tonga ride to agra now!
