3 Songs-Writing 101 (Day 3)

Okay, so let me just start by saying I absolutely love music. It’s one of my long term goals to become a famous musician. (Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?) 

Even though I adore music, not every song I’ve ever heard means something to me. Of course, there have been multiple songs which match my mood perfectly, but I can’t say that they were ‘life changing’. Can a song really even be life changing? I don’t know, I really don’t. But here’s a list of my three favorite songs; songs that have touched me in a way none others have: 

1) Unbreakable by Faydee 

This song is so inspirational. It encouraged me to keep my head up high when I was going through a tough time last year. I became stronger, less vulnerable and I learnt that well, you’re not everybody’s cup of tea. But no matter what the haters say, you have to move on and leave them behind. You can’t take what they say seriously, or let them crush you. That will be your ultimate defeat. You’re better than that. 

2) Kiss me by Ed Sheeran

I just love this song. The tune, the lyrics, the composition, everything is just beautiful! It’s a rather slow, bluesy song, and once again, it helped me a lot last year. I would just close my eyes and listen to this song on repeat at night, and eventually, after thinking everything through, I would just fall asleep. My mother would often remove the headphones from my ears after I’d fallen asleep. 

3) Hero-Enrique

Childhood favorite! My dad used to love this song and he’s the one who introduced me to it. It’s so old and I listen to it till this day, but hey, music doesn’t have an expiry date. 

I have many other favorites, and no, not all of them are slow, sad songs, but I picked these out as they were the most prominent in defining my life. 

The View- Writing 101 (Day Two)

A high brick wall in a deserted sandy plain, far away from the noise, rush and pollution of the busy city. Beyond the wall lay the Indian Ocean. The purest it gets, unlike the beaches of the city. No smell, or litter or dirt. Just crystal clear, blue waves flapping over the large boulders that lay at the shallow end of the massive water body. As the waves crashed over the boulders, white sea foam erupted, sending a cold spray of water miles high into the air. I sat atop the brick wall, motionless, with the wind blowing through my hair, and the cold spray on my face and body. Everywhere I looked in the horizon, I could see the ocean, sometimes calm, and at times ferocious, but always beautiful. Soon, the wind picked up speed, clutching at my clothes and was too strong for me to even open my eyes anymore. So I closed them, but somehow, I felt safe, secure. If I had, for instance, suddenly closed my eyes in the middle of a busy marketplace, people would have thought me to be crazy, and I would have had the fear of having my bag or wallet snatched away by some quick thief. But the only thief in this serene, tranquil place now, was time. I could sit there for hours, taking in the cool ocean breeze and the salty spray, like I used to when I was younger but now, I had duties and obligations. Places to be, people to meet, things to do. Also, I didn’t live in this city anymore. Now I came for short visits in the summer months of June and July, and if I were to spend all my time at my secret ocean viewing spot, who would spend time with my grandparents and cousins so eagerly awaiting my arrival?

But whenever I go there on my visits, I take out time from being dragged from one relatives’ place to another by my mother, and sneak away to this small but perfect fantasy, where I can unwind, think and dream, as freely as I want to. The ocean seems to wash my worries and troubles away, and I am left refreshed, energized and inspired.