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Musical mornings!

Isn't it strange how the first song of the day, sets the mood for the rest of the day, sometimes... I am a music lover, my morning does not begin without music. I get up, and even before I put the pot for tea or coffee, I switch on the radio/iPod.

Yesterday, I had randomly created a playlist of Shreya Ghoshal numbers. I like her voice quality, and she is easily one of the finest singers we have, though my all time favourite is Sunidhi Chauhan.

Anyway, so I played the list, and I heard her tribute to K J Yesudas, when he completed 50 years of singing in cinema. She sang, 'surmayee ankhiyon mein', it's a beautiful song from the movie Sadma, and it brought back childhood memories. This movie released in 1983, and this song became a lullaby of sorts for my sister and me, as Dad used to sing the tamil and hindi versions alternately.

So, the mood for the day was emotional, as I realized, that I had outgrown the lullaby stage, long ago. Life had changed a full 360 degrees, and my Dad was getting older. The whole morning I was fighting back my tears, because I didn't get enough privacy to just cry out, the maid was sweeping and cleaning, and I just couldn't avoid her. 

I thought of taking out the old photo album, to immerse myself in nostalgia, just then, the song changed to 'chikni chameli', changing the mood again!




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