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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!

You've a gift

I grew up hearing that I'm gifted in a number of ways. Voice, expression and a strong instinct for various life experiences. I can paint, I can write, I can cook, I can talk, I can dance, I can *insert activity here* . You might as well visit my website : www.pitchedhigh.com I am not immodest, proud or overblown with a sense of superiority because of these natural abilities. In fact, I'm embarrassed when my gifted abilities outshine the hard work I put in to make them useful. So, when my music teacher told me "You sing like an angel", it both filled me with inexplicable happiness and a fear that I'll again be blinded by the sound of my own voice.

I aspire to be an artist in every way - a musician, a painter and a writer. My writing, I plan to make a difference with. I paint to not feel alone. But music makes me humble. The fact that my knowledge is a no match for my talent, makes me go crazy. I realise that I can't make a difference to this world in any big way if I just sound beautiful; my melodies need to be meaningful too.

This struggle to make my efforts win over my talents, fuels my desire to spread the gift that I have, to this world, before I'm gone.

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