Musing

When do we make our foray into the land of music?
As adults?
As teenagers?
As kids?
Or as toddlers?
From the slightest chime that would bring a smile to our face. To the tone of a mobile phone we'd play with. To the slight beats of soft rock playing on our dads tape. To the metal in our rebellion phase. To the tranquil beats of trance when we search hard for peace. It’s a true journey, which is not meant to end.

Music propels us into an alternate dimension. One where our thoughts are ours, our mind is clear, and our soul is free. From the first twang of a plucked string, to the lucidity of an Indian classical note, I became yours.

I am a muse of music. But when the rhythm starts flowing, aren’t we all?