The essential bliss, the uninhibited energy, the subsiding of all that clutters the brain, the inherent desire of joy, the wish to resonate with the graceful sound vibes, all existed together. Somebody sings in a hard to follow dialect, deciphering passages spread unevenly through out the lyrics, we appreciate every tone and every harmonic of the music that visibly fills the empty space.
As the tones from Thar, the dry, baked desert in western India display the colors and the vibrancy of the state known for spicy food and harsh, besotted tongue the music takes over the senses. The surroundings are either disappearing, or melting into familiarity. The vibrancy slinks through the pores into the heart and the brain and the oneness with the place and the music or an absolute dissociation with the setting is complete.
The desire to let go the power over the body takes over, the music induces motions, directs impulsive smiles, absorbs that residual energy nagging me for the past few days, the freedom is absolute. The trans breaks at occasions, I wish it doesn’t. I can recognize people around me, mesmerized, thrilled.
An hour with the melody, and now I wish to be of the sound. To rise, fall with the undulation of melody. I allow my hands to hit hard at the floor obeying the commands unperturbed by the sudden redness. I close my eyes my head resting on the chair, and it is me and me with the cheerful strains, all within me. I am the sound, I am the singer, I am the ears, and me the trembling waves. Following the periodic pattern and destroying them, both at the same time.
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kuch samajh nhi aa raha h.
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