I was 12

Watching a movie about Tchaikovsky’s life. With my parents.

I was 12.

I remember….at one point in the movie…A 9 year old Tchaikovsky or something like that…is running down the stairs and just screaming ‘THAT MUSIC! THAT MUSIC’

That scene, was to be forever engraved, into my memory!

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I never stopped listening to Tchaikovsky since I was gifted a SwanLake Album for Christmas while still…a kid

Tchaikovsky, became an important part of my little life.

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At the age of 15 now.

I’m in my spacious room.

All my older siblings had left. So my mother decided: I get to ‘choose’ my bedroom. And I did.

Tchaikovsky, was always, always playing

I was obsessed

Every single symphony

Piano Concerto #1

Oh…my…heavens

That was? My absolute favourite

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At 15, my uncle at the time, was a 35 years old ‘cool’ I mean really…cool…uncle.

He used to come to my room, then would grab my hand!

I would be standing in front of my easel. Sketching. Or painting. But mostly sketching. I loved absolutely loved charcoal

So, here was my younger uncle, taking my hand, taking away the brush, or the pencil, putting it down, while still holding my hand with his other one…then leading the way..out of the room

I’ll be smiling and asking what was going on! And my cool uncle would, respond while still ushering out…’you need to come out of this room! Come join us. You’re way too young for this solitude’

My uncle loved me dearly! But he couldn’t understand …I was already happy…being a loner.

Author: Kat

I used to work as a graphic designer, until one day I was tragically and blissfully hit by two colliding meteors! One caused my falling in love with the world of coffee! And the other resulted in me falling out of love with the not so wonderful and nearly suffocating office culture! I left the glamour of the design world, and opened up my little café! Those were the best years of my life! I say ‘were’, because (wait! May be another time! But please do ask me if you ‘must’ know and can’t sleep tonight unless I tell you!) For the past three years, I have been living in a pyramid shape house in a middle of a green forest in the summer; a green forest buried underneath lots - I mean LOTS - of snow in the winter. I used to ‘think I still do ;)’ love the city! With its buzzing energy! I love to travel and seeing different food and coffee scenes...preferably alone! visiting ‘quirky and unusual’ places! I do not love visiting museums, hugely commercialized areas, malls and landmarks! I love old and full of heritage ‘anything’! I also love, to sit in a busy coffeeshop ‘reading quietly’ and not talking! Talking exhausts me most of the time! Watching the world unfold.. and thinking ...never does!

6 thoughts on “I was 12”

    1. How did I not respond to your comment Gina?! So sorry for the late response!

      And yes! My late uncle was a lot of fun!

      Thank you for reading my friend! Wishing you a fantastic afternoon!
      ♥️

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  1. YEs! Concerto #1 for piano is so impassioned. There is a true story of Van Cliburn going to Russia in 1958 and winning the first Tchaikovsky competition. He was only 23 and captured the hearts of the people with that piece.

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