It’s name is Red.

Dear Zonk,

I finally have a violin. I’ve wanted a violin ever since The Mozart Season happened. I was 13 then. And I eventually ended up getting a guitar and then a cycle and then a phone. Those things seem unrelated but they are not. The point is, everytime I tried to get a violin I ended up with other things. I am 23 now. And I finally have a violin.


It sounds a lot like a dying cat, alas. But oh well. Perhaps I’l manage to actually play it someday.


Ps: You should probably say happy birthday.


Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

2 thoughts on “It’s name is Red.”

    1. Sorry for the late reply. Thank you :) All is pretty awesome. My job is nice, I get nice work to do and not too much of it. I have a sweet boss and nice people around me. Plus I have a bus from my doorstep every morning that takes me to Parel. What more could I ask for :)

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