Thoda Thoda Malardhadhenna

A R Rahman, Ilayaraaja, Yuvan, Jatin Lalit, Shankar Ehsaan Loy. Songs come. Songs go. I hardly notice. I have become strangely immune to mellifluous voices. My mind is caught up with blue lines of code. And in wafts one number, that takes me by surprise. Like the sound of soft drizzling early in the morning that makes me aware of my cheek on the pillow, the curve of my knee, palms tucked deep inside the blanket and eyelids slowly letting in the light that plays hide and seek through the curtains revealing glistening grey skies. A slow awakening... I sit back, palms supporting my head. Behind my closed eyes, I can see lush meadows, smell the damp earth and feel the pattern carelessly entwined fingers trace.

I am relishing this moment of consciousness. I am grateful for the music.