Remembering Nusrat

The tempo rising steadily, the chorus matching up with the fast notes and then, Nusrat’s voice hits an ecstatic high.  Inadvertently I close my eyes. “Allahoo hoo… Allahoo.. allah” slowly fading into background. If it had not been for my father’s broad music taste, which I thought was a bit bizarre(even eccentric) during my childhood because he chose…

Confessions of a red rose

I get drunk on the showers, And sway in the cold breeze, But know that, its your presence That I wait for everyday Oh do not be sulky I stay tightly curled Weary of strange hands, And walled by callous thorns, For its on your care, that I unfurl And your love that I spread…

In Mute

Our ears are all accustomed to a variety of day to day sounds. As I’m not an early bird, a typical day of mine starts with the honk of some vehicle at 8:00 or 9:00am. But ideally first thing you would be hearing early morning, by early I mean, as early as 5 in the…