Set Dhosa, Queen and lumberjack rantings.

I was sitting in Sri Raghavendra Cafe, and having a hot milk coffee and set dhosa for dinner. I was listening to Queen the whole time, and it was strangely a very soothing companion for those few minutes that I was eating. There was a vegetarian mix curry and coconut chutney, which I devoured. It is quite fascinating how good music makes even the most routine task like eating, a pleasurable one.

I was walking back, breathing in the cool night air, looking at the rather cloudy sky, feeling the cool wind brush against my skin, the music lulling me, to a hazy state.

I entered through the grilled gates, to the place I now call home, which again will be only for another 5 months and then out I venture again. I was still listening to music.

I unlocked my door, I was still listening to music...

I entered, removed my wallet and phone from my pocket, I was yet listening to music...

Here, I sat in front of my computer, again, music in my ears...Don Mclean this time.

Wherever I go, there is music. My soul replenishes it self, my body finds energy in the music I listen to, it is embodied in my mind. My father played the guitar and sang for me when I was floating in amniotic fluid, and thereafter, a major part of my life, it was all music.

Music... It lives in me, it nurtures me.