A flute chimes an endless melody in the house as I open the door and step in, crossing the reflecting floor tiles with drapes around the window fluttering in a constant breeze on this summer day.... And then I hear Doris Day's voice singing Que Sera Sera. Is this a wistful dream from stormy nights or my many thoughts that wrap themselves in music and summer light? The very first thoughts when I enter my house are of the light that streams through those windows next to our library. The books bathe in a shiny gleam of yellow and sombre tones warming my heart every moment I see them. There's a different emotion while penning thoughts about a heart song that lingers for a while, extending its stay for a long time far in the future. For a long time since acquiring a new phone, I did not have music in it. I would hum in my head while travelling with my head buried in books. And then one day, I heard a group of women sing some classics from my childhood in the train. It evoked nostalgia and I joined them while revsiting my memories from that era when everything was simple and soulful. My train of thoughts led me through a childhood of music played on early morning radio recitals by my Mum and Dad. The calm at that hour at 5:30 in the morning was a beautiful start to our day ahead. I distinctly remember getting ready for school and college through the radio programmes. It had become such a ritual for all of us. In other words, it was a time I remember now with fondess for its simplicity.
It was the best of times and also, the most memorable too. We all feel that way about the past, don't we?