Disclaimer: I am only into classical music.  

In October this year I was sitting in a formidable fort built in 1543, overlooking Jodhpur, listening to music which has travelled time and universe. Happening to me in the magic of here and now. In a language of new acquaintances across cultures and oceans and lands.

The folk musicians of Rajasthan opened their world to allow music of the world to mingle with theirs. So much enticing, so much animated that everything that you had heard originating from that exalted chamber of tradition, seemed stale.

It’s about that state when we no more listen through the ears and cease to see with eyes. When I listen to music these days, it is as though the strains travel through my veins. Each cell of body absorbs melodies, creation of geniuses who travelled the space of unknown geographies.

I do not know them, my body does, my body cells do. Stored in a blind spot somewhere in consciousness, the accumulated journeys of mankind and music.

Each pore of my skin opens up to soak in the colours of blossoming flowers. I have stopped worrying about the pollens that enter my trachea and create allergies.

As long as I am here, I breathe in the beauty, in its totality. As much it happens. As much as I can.

When you sit close to the sea, drop by drop, the body soaks in the entire ocean. The waves pile sedimentary layers of joy in the heart. The body becomes a wave and the ocean both.

In the presence of nature’s vastness, we become a little part of it, we acquire it. Sometimes the same happens on seeing a work of art, listening to music or, reading poetry. We become a part of it.