I have been watching films.
Reading.
Living, sulking, spending, brooding.
Christmas, New Year.
Comings, and going away. Travelling, being nowhere.
The clamor did not bode well for melodies.
I stayed away from the computer screen. It demanded too much coherence.
I felt flimsy.
This morning, then, there is a tune.
I don’t go to the window to look for the flute-seller.
It is enough that his music reaches me on the 13th floor, despite the insistent growling from the highway.
Maybe someday I’ll meet him on street-level. Maybe I’ll be bold enough to thank him for wandering our streets.
Maybe I’ll say nothing. Maybe he’ll know anyway.
i didnt click on the link. i heard the music from your words.
I knew you would, Grasshopper.
So evocative.
Thank you, Natasha.
Welcome back. It is so nice to have you back and read your moving lines. They never fail to touch a chord in my heart.
Thank you! It is always a great pleasure to read your postings!
Thank you, Harvey.
i hear you. you are not alone in sensing the lull.
as for the flute seller-hope your paths collide someday.
Happy new year!
Thank you, Sukanya. And a Happy New Year to you too.
Happy new yr Banno. May the music be in your life always!
Thank you, Violet, and the same to you, lots of music, lots of love.
The sweetest of New Year posts, Banno! Happy New Year: missed that inimitable style of yours.
Thank you, Kate. I admire your style so much, that these words mean a lot. A Happy New Year to you too.
This is exactly what I needed today.
Perfection.
Thank you, Kameko.
Maybe there are other universes where all our maybes are coming true.
Lovely, as always.
That’s an empowering thought, Purnima.
Lovely, Banno. May the music be with you all through this year.
Thank you, Dusted Off, and with you too.
Long may the flute seller play for you, Banno! Happy New Year.
And for you as well, Dipali.
Like one of your earlier comments, I too heard the music in your words. Feels good to read words which capture the mood simply and clearly.
Thank you, Himangshu