The Missing Shruti
I’m going to have to tell this story from two different points of view, since I am but a Shruti (as beautiful as I am) and need a little help getting my story across to you humans…
But first, here is the video of Clare actually telling our story at Story Night, in San Francisco.
SHRUTI (my story)
I have two nationalities – I grew up in Germany where I lived in a beautiful woodworking shop, surrounded by my kin; dark and light brown wooden and paper shrutis, just like myself. I could hear the symphonies of Brahms, Bach and Beethoven floating into the room from the street and children talking excitedly as they skipped down the street, holding the hands of their parents. There must have been dozens of us in this woodshop and Klaus was a dedicated woodworker.
