Music

I stood on my terrace and watched the sky-it was cloudless, absolutely. Like little diamonds, the faraway stars shone. Friday nights are so wonderful! A sense of freedom lets me let go. The horizon was so well defined. It darkened skywards and down on my light-polluted planet, it was all too bright. Bright yellow, white, orange lights shone brighter than little stars. But the almighty moon remained unbeaten. As far as I could see- land was full of lights. They looked rudely into my eyes while the unambitious stars, up in the sky, squinted meekly.
I had been listening to some great music for half an hour and by now, even my vision had been tinted with the beauty of the tune. It continued to haunt me and in its haunting, it somehow sounded more beautiful than the original! Every single molecule in me seemed to be swaying to it, while it played over and over and over again-and each time it sounded more overwhelming than before. The whole universe was bathed in the ghazal’s mysterious charm. A strange masti was closing in – every fear and every worry departed from this new realm I had entered and this feeling was totally inescapable (…not that I’d want to escape!) Even things that hadn’t, from any conceivable angle, looked beautiful, seemed to have suddenly taken possession of a grand extraordinary beauty.