There’s a unique kind of kismet you feel when everything just… clicks. It doesn’t arrive all at once—it comes gloriously and wondrously, in bits, pieces, puzzles, and clues leading you toward who you are.
Almost fourteen years ago, in the depths of a London unraveling, a girl was born—unaware of what, or who, she would become. I’m still that girl. I still don’t know what or who I’m becoming. All I know is that my actions and words shape that future almost poetically.
Fate would have it for me to named Dhwani, melody in Sanskrit.
Fate would have that I love music and songwriting.
Fate would have it that it led me to… this, whatever this is.
But nothing’s truly set in stone yet.
I’ve seen myself get splintered apart—torn apart, if you will—slowly.
And with each splinter that breaks away…
Another breakaway ship connect the stars that align.
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