You're so right about symphony just being in their being... It was quite something to watch it come alive in your vm.As for baat of yakeen, mostly i laugh about the flurry of co-incidences we encounter on these pages...it's our thing, right? We're all women somewhere dhakdhaking to the same drumbeat, which is why we're all still here blasting the hell out of blast, conjuring up the "past" on so many levels, living and breathing and reverberating to it like it's around us. I love that. But having said that, this one, the simultaneous chiming of the Tchaikovsky, really had me going what the.And yet, it makes me feel fabulously in tune with why we are here.. we're celebrating beauty...that goosebumpy feeling of thrill and awe that only beauty can induce. IPK ho ya Tchaikovsky ya koi aur dazzling blaze of glory... kya faraq padta hai. As they say in the Punjab, same to same difference haiga ji.
abs right that in gulabi... as they say in bangla... ja bolechho. a few pages back while on this very matter of beauty i of course had to quote keats... really... beauty is what really sticks, is of consequence, saturates hamesha... tchaikovsky, ipk, or whatever... koi faraq nahin padta.
now in tautological vein let me reiterate... kya likhti hain aap.
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