There’s something magical about strings. Not the ones in conversations, but the six that belong to my acoustic guitar.

I still remember the first song I played — clumsy fingers, sore tips, missed chords. But slowly, with time, my guitar became more than an instrument. It became a companion in quiet evenings, a storyteller when words ran dry.

Music has this way of making us feel seen. And learning it teaches you patience, rhythm, and a whole new language of emotion. It’s not always about performing for others — sometimes, it's just you, your guitar, and your thoughts humming along in harmony.

Whether it’s strumming out chords from a German ballad or composing something entirely personal — my guitar is one of my favorite forms of self-expression.

If you’ve ever felt curious about music, I hope you give it a shot. Who knows? Maybe your heart speaks best in chords too 🎶

With music and meaning,
Aadya ✨