i am looking at the mirror now and thinking,
i want to be able to tuck all my hair behind my ears and not look like a retard
that, i reckon, will honestly require a new profile.
shit.
that means i can never go for that minimal, austere sensibility, how..
i enjoy fish-out-of-water experiences
in fact, a part of me lives for such occurances
yesterday was a mini one-
me being the only one in the audience, receding into the darkness and spaciousness of the recital studio
i felt invisible yet noticable at the same time, hidden yet exposed
him a few metres away, illuminated by the play of lights and gently easing through tune after tune,
always lightly but impactfully- strumming, serenading, stirring
an unobtrusive tugging of the heartstrings
burmese fields and marble-playing girls, i imagined.
nothing quite short of charm and magic..
2 years in april it is.
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