I eat. I sleep. I repeat. And in between lies my world of music, travel, writing and of course work which has little to do with the three. In that order, I learn a form of classical music called Dhrupad on an instrument called the Surbahar. I travel whenever I can and do so with little announcement or none at all sometimes. Lastly, I write when lightning strikes and stow them away in the drawer.
Why ‘get out’? Because that’s the only way one metaphorically explores. And thus my journey.
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