Have you ever had that ringing in ears long after you have crossed the sound frequency of a particular song? no...not hearing the song in your mind but more hearing the pulse in your ears.
It happened today with me. I had taken my pilla to our daily walks in and around dog shite perfumed (our noses and eyes have got adjusted to this real long ago...yes it happens in US too and not only India...maybe Vegas smells like this...just like shite) tracks near our community. We have a set road which we either start from one end or another. Today was the usual route. 1/2 of journey done, we started walking a curve in our community. This route is like a caps D or more like a double C, one inside another. As I started this route, a few steps. A strangely haunting but very delightful to the ears tune was heard. My pilla was busy blabbering something from school.
The song sounded more like a practice of classical dance. I could hear it till quite a few steps ahead, mostly because there are no buildings in between. I took a return journey for hearing the song again. I couldn't understand the words which I am sure were chakali kadboli (at my place we called south indian languages as that ...since I cannot understand them at all) but it surely made my mood.
I just so wished to have a cuppa ginger tea or hot filter coffee and listen to this song from afar, my thoughts taking me mostly to south indian corners of Mumbai where there were tirupati temples, stalls selling kudukudu (south indian language script) magazines and news papers or snacks .
I came home, a smile on my lips to make my self tea, the song ghost playing in my ears long after I had heard it.
It happened today with me. I had taken my pilla to our daily walks in and around dog shite perfumed (our noses and eyes have got adjusted to this real long ago...yes it happens in US too and not only India...maybe Vegas smells like this...just like shite) tracks near our community. We have a set road which we either start from one end or another. Today was the usual route. 1/2 of journey done, we started walking a curve in our community. This route is like a caps D or more like a double C, one inside another. As I started this route, a few steps. A strangely haunting but very delightful to the ears tune was heard. My pilla was busy blabbering something from school.
The song sounded more like a practice of classical dance. I could hear it till quite a few steps ahead, mostly because there are no buildings in between. I took a return journey for hearing the song again. I couldn't understand the words which I am sure were chakali kadboli (at my place we called south indian languages as that ...since I cannot understand them at all) but it surely made my mood.
I just so wished to have a cuppa ginger tea or hot filter coffee and listen to this song from afar, my thoughts taking me mostly to south indian corners of Mumbai where there were tirupati temples, stalls selling kudukudu (south indian language script) magazines and news papers or snacks .
I came home, a smile on my lips to make my self tea, the song ghost playing in my ears long after I had heard it.
