I look without, I dream

I look within, I realise

Car Music

I don’t know about you but I have noticed that seemingly trivial things have the uncanny knack of spreading warmth and elation within oneself if significant to them. If you are at a loss as to what I am talking about, I think you could refer to a list of these type of things as part of a single email chain, that must have been forwarded around the world starting in 1997 that include the likes of taking a hot shower, eating chocolate and if I remember right, taking a hot shower while eating chocolate or maybe the other way around, I cant be sure. But what I mean to say is that, in truth such things certainly have the power to heal and perhaps evoke feelings of enjoyment and calm in a sorrowful but usually joyous heart.

I will relate to you one such incident. I usually like to listen to the radio when I am driving. I guess I just like the music they play on the one particular station. The habit with me is that if the radio is playing one of my favorite songs, then I just wait in the car till the song is finished and then I get out. Anyway my mum and I were on the way back from a trip to the mall and our favorite song started to play as we entered the garage. I had been telling her how much I missed Madras, and was asking her about plans for the summer already. We were listening to the same tamil movie songs tape we had been listening to for the last two years. I guess I can say with some certainty that these songs are our brief connection to Madras. I had parked by then and I glanced toward my mum. She usually just gets out of the car and heads toward home. But this time she said that she wanted to wait till the song finished! So we just sat in the car and listened to the song. No amateurish crooning from either of us, just the music. And I felt a bond between us. It just felt really nice, that she wanted to just spend some time sitting and listening to some music with me. I also felt that this had some connection to Madras and probably how both of us longed for it. Then I was also led to believe that the music had soemthing to do with it and it was a good feeling. I just thought this would be nice to share. Any similar stories welcome…we can call it senti hour or something. On the same note, I miss Madras. I can’t wait for the summer when I can see everyone again.