Chiquitita
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| ABBA |
“Chiquitita,
tell me what's wrong /You're enchained by your own sorrow.” Thus begins one of the songs that kept me
bewitched for quite a while during my youth when I was passing through a tough
time. ABBA had sung it long before it
crept into my veins like a soothing intoxication that ached my soul dully. I was enchained by my own sorrow.
Like
Chiquitita, I was always sure of myself until the confidence was shattered by a
deep disillusionment that broke me irreparably.
“You’ll be dancing once again,” ABBA sang to Chiquitita. “Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
/ Sing a new song, Chiquitita.”
I
learnt to sing my new song. That was my
redemption.
We
have to learn to sing a new song after each heartbreak. The world loves to break hearts. That is the way of the world. That is how it is. The storm is far too mighty for the feeble
wings of the gentle birds. The tide in
the ocean can wreck the steeliest of ships.
The raucousness out there always resounds drowning the new song that you
sing. Yet you have to sing your
song. Only the song is yours.
The
sorrow is yours too. As natural as the
storm in the sky and the tide in the ocean.
But the moon that shines in the darkness is natural too. So is the warble of the nightingale.
Come
to terms with your sorrow, Chiquitita.
Isn’t it partly your own creation?
You can’t help the raucousness out there. But you can help yourself. You can sing your own song.
PS.
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Teacher like u is a great blessing for me.
ReplyDeleteThanks for teaching me new
lessons of life.
Great disciples create great masters. :)
DeleteYour own song- what a wonderful thought! And songs by ABBA are amazing. If you like ABBA , do watch the movie " Mamma Mia ". A musical with ABBA songs!
ReplyDeleteI watched that movie long ago. Don't remember the story now, but the songs still echo in memory.
DeleteWow! I love how you summed up the conclusion..the last two paragraphs ..short and impactful :)
ReplyDeleteThe sorrow is yours too. As natural as the storm in the sky and the tide in the ocean. But the moon that shines in the darkness is natural too. So is the warble of the nightingale.
Come to terms with your sorrow, Chiquitita. Isn’t it partly your own creation? You can’t help the raucousness out there. But you can help yourself. You can sing your own song..
Some things are so much part of your heart that feelings come naturally while writing about them. Thank you for your touching words.
DeleteWonderful! What lovely sentiments expressed in this post.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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