I just wanted to create one song…
…just one sound, that could finally hear me back."
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There were only two things left in my room:
an old, torn notebook…
and a half-broken guitar.
Mom used to say:
> "This music and all—it's not meant for people like us."
But what could I do?
When your voice fails to speak to the world,
music becomes the only thing left.
I had gone silent—for the world at least.
But inside me…
a song kept playing.
Friends drifted away.
My family only saw grades.
But me?
I started seeing music everywhere.
On the roads…
even in silence.
And then one day,
when everything inside me fell mute—
I thought to myself:
> "Maybe… if I disappear,
my music will go quiet with me."
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My hands turned cold.
I closed the notebook.
Darkness began to spread in front of my eyes—
as if someone had turned the volume to zero.
But then…
someone pulled me back.
Like a sudden blast of sound through full-volume speakers—
I was awake again.
Alive again.
But this place…
this world…
this air…
these sounds…
None of it felt like mine.
I looked ahead—
people were singing.
But without microphones.
And with their voices—
the trees swayed.
The wind danced.
I was… in a new world.
A world where sound was magic.
And then I heard a soft voice near me:
> "Child… are you alright?"
I looked up.
A woman was smiling at me.
She held a harmonium in her arms.
And behind her…
stood a man whose flute
sounded like the sky itself was breathing.
They were… my new mother and father.
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And right then… I realized:
> "I didn't just leave the world behind—
I gave birth to a sound
the world had to listen to."
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To be continued...