My Literary Indulgences...

It's true what they say - human life is so feeble, fragile; an infinitesimal blip in the cosmic graph of things. Trust me, as I have felt countless of such blips fade away. Man's pursuit for creating a legacy then makes sense to me, leaving a mark in this otherwise incomprehensible entanglement that is our universe. However, the mistakes some manage to commit, even in this diminutive wisp of existence, is bemusing, and at times disheartening. Disheartening - wry sentiment coming from me. That day they wheeled in one of those bemusing ones, though I wouldn't come to that judgement until much later. Hit and run victim, I overheard, as the ER doctor took particulars from the girl who had brought him in. Boy, was he in bad shape! His entire body was run down, crushed and the blood! - lots on the sheets, the floor, the girl, but none in him. As they hooked me up to him, I could feel his very life force ebbing away. As per my programming, I gave a shout out to an...

It's fascinating how music often reminds one of someone; the harmonies, notes, tremors, highs and lows and what not. Diving deep, personalities then seem divine orchestrations where the ensemble consists of a wide range of instruments - grand pianos, guitars, violins, drums et al. This, is an interpretation of one special person in the said musical light. It began on a gentle note, as one produced by a soft touch on the xylophone. Her first words fell with a delicate elegance on my ears. However, one could not possibly confuse this with frailty as the notes (thoughts) were clear, coherent and holding. Pondering more over how her thoughts shape up, I heard the latent rhythm, as base notes on a piano. Over the next conversations of childhood memories, I detected a beautiful melancholy at times, as the strumming violin which adds just the right amount of dolefulness, giving depth to the whole. Weeks had passed, listening to these notes but the beats were still as those prod...