My tiny estate
I often think that this species of bipedal creatures called Humans is an intriguing one. It puts on a piece of cotton and compliments a mate on it, it is the human species alone which resorts to songs and stories to achieve a sense of belongingness. As it might be with many, there are particular tunes, couplets, images, smells which are so deeply impressed upon our hearts that a faint reference to a miniscule of that song or poem pulls us into that domain which the human calls Nostalgia. It was during the testing times of pandemic and subsequent lockdown that I had the chance to glance into arenas hitherto non existent to me. भारतीय अभिजात संगीत was one of them. As Mallikarjun Mansur precisely pinned down that this genre of Music gets onto one's nerves like a snake's venom.. ~'हे गाणं चढ़तं' . Just as we came to the closure of Jyesth Purnima, the banyan city woke up to thundering blues and refreshing breezes. Came down a magnificent बरखा washing away a