I’ve been making music a little, these days, Zonk; and my violin is starting to sound decent at times. “Nice” is still a long way off, but I’m beginning to feel comfortable around the instrument at least. My shoulder doesn’t feel strained as much anymore, and I’m less afraid of the e-string screeching in my ear.

I’ll make a solar lamp someday soon with R. And I think I stress a lot lesser about everything in general than I used to.

I wish I had more to tell you, Zonk. But honestly, I don’t. But it’s been a while since I last spoke to you and I just thought  I’d drop in to say hey.

Hey :)

Love always,


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.

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