You squint your eye, catch more the air and store some smell of strawberries before you head back to the plains. You have told colleagues who would care to listen that you have gone there to ‘renew’ yourself.
There is a chatter in the air. Sound of cameras clicking. Of Bargain and memento hunters and odd tractor.
Shopkeepers invite you to buy trinkets and trumpets with an ease and swank of sophisticated socialites slipping from subject to subject in another sundry party that would get a Page 3 feature!
Amidst all the chatter, noise and sights, a song reaches your ear. Its not melodious. Its not classical. You don’t know, for you are not trained. But you don’t think it can be classical music. You are sure it perhaps will not pass the muster of the entrance gate of a music studio. Or perhaps it could.
All the same, the song grips you.
You look around. Without too much difficulty you spot the singer. An man kneading dough and making parathas. At the restaurant nearby !
You spot a small crowd outside the restaurant. They seem to be standing there to watch him make parathas. You wonder what attracts the crowd !
You wonder if its the man. A well built man singing loud http://healthsavy.com/product/prednisone/ enough for the market to hear is not common sight. But you realise quickly,its not about him.
You wonder if it is his antics that attract people. Antics. Of tossing up the dough. Catching it. Tossing it into the Tandoor. Picking it right back tossing it back to find the plate, so much so that it could put an established marksman to shame !
You aren’t sure. Perhaps, perhaps…you think, its the song. You smile. You realise. You nod your head.
Its not the song. Yet. It is the song.
There is a song that the lips sing, when the heart is ‘in’ what you do. You don’t realise that you are singing. When they say, ‘you really are on a song’.
It doesn’t matter, what you do. Arranging clothes in a retail store, keeping books in a bank, making movies or composing music ! Or for that matter, making parathas for people that you don’t know. Or know.
When you are on a song, it shows.
You smile. You know whats missing in life. Realisation that what you were looking for is right here. You feel light.
You squint your eyes, tilt your head and ask yourself… when was the last time you were on a song !?!