Sitting there, ensconced inside the cool comfort of his temple, with familiar tunes that rolled back the long years, like dear old friends who knew you more than, what you knew about yourself…
To the days when the night was a trusted companion…
And…
To the days when the world was not in all its real self… But was just the bubbles of protection woven around him…
“Tum ho…
Tum ho paas mere…
Saath mere…
Tum Yoon…”
Mohit Chauhans haunting voices loops…
He wanted to drive… Just keep on driving till the other end of the town… Drive down the empty traffic free streets of Bangalore… Drive till his heart told him to stop… It always did know the way…
But then, this time the mind was fighting for it’s position… It was holding on firmly to the walls that it had worked hard to build…
Walls that had never been even scratched by the strongest of substance, were now crumbling… Bit by bit…
The fight was real and it was painful… The waves were lashing with fury, flowing right into the holes that were now visible all across the great wall…
And at the same time the sun was shining in all it’s glorious best… Drying away all the water that flowed in…
A cataclysmic chaos that at times threatened to disturb the stolid facade that had taken years to master…
and at times it even put on a real smile instead of the masks of show…
He wanted to drive on as the heart commanded… That very moment… But did not…
“Not yet… Soon… When winter gets over… Can spring be far behind…”, He comforted himself touching his aching chest…
“Jo bhi main kehna chahoon…
Barbaad Kare alfaaz mere…
Alfaaz mere…”
The haunting voice went on…
My Discovery of India 