Here's quite conceivably, the mother of any or all cliched stuff I'v managed to put across this blog : I was born to write. Better yet doodle, till the shapes and forms just assumed words and by some stroke of luck meaning and that's that. And so for, the two decades and counting life of me, I'v simply loved the art of believing- somewhere deep, down inside the recesses of my heart and soul- there dwells a writer. Indolent, stubborn and conceited as hell, yet there.Pretty much.
And so the writer and me, we'v known each other as little as split personalities- one racing to take over the next. However, grugdingly, acknowledged our respective existence (s?) .
A sudden realization that came down like a boomerang on a starlit night to this something-of-a-wanna-be writer was that she has been full blown, head over heels with the performing arts- eversince she moved her first limb to the sound of her first ever CASIO stereo system gifted by her parents for her fifth birthday. Or struck the keys of the Yamaha organ for her fourth. Since then the zealous, overconfident self took over, always regalling in the limelight, always rocking to the beat! With just a bit of writing in the overdrive!
While, I'v ( read always ) wholly and soully been awestruck by the wonder of the arts and theatre world, it took me not too many operas and musicals and the like to bring back the zinger! It's almost like taking your engineering overalls off and balleying off the revolving stage, till exhilaration gives way to exhaustion!
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