My musical memories are many. Many, many, many. In fact, I associate different people and places with songs and melodies, not to mention occasions and events...
Childhood memories overflow with snapshots of DaddyDearest singing The Bro and me to sleep.
Then of course there's MaaJanoni and her lovely voice humming while cooking, or singing while simply staring at the rain outside the window while a powercut provides the perfect backdrop to her soulful renditions of Rabindrasangeet.
There's me studying for my ICSE late at night and into the wee hours of the morning;DaddyDearest's collection of Hindustani instrumental music surrounding me with peace and calm.
My happiest moments in school during my plus 2 revolve around the choir and inter-house music competitions.
My phool shojja.
Bedtime with the EO and YO.
Even my time with DaddyDearest in the hospital.
There are songs, melodies and lyrics that define these moments and so much more in my life.
Whenever I have found myself to be drowning in extreme excesses of emotion, I have noticed that Music has been my constant partner. Whether the depths of pain or the pinnacles of joy, the right notes have always cocooned me perfectly and like a feather I have floated through different worlds and sensations.
It is through Music that I know that I am truly alive.