Somethings in life you can never really fully prepare for. You know it is inevitable, but deep down somewhere you hold on to the hope that you won't ever have to face it. That somehow, magically, you alone of all the people in the world will luck out and not have to face this particular situation that innumerable people before you have had to deal with, and uncountable people after will as well.
And then you find that your lot isn't all that special, and you too have to suck it up and make the best of it. You tell yourself half-cynically that you were a fool to ever think otherwise. That, of course, this has come to pass, as you knew it would. You try to be brave about it and cynical and anything but vulnerable. But it still hits you hard. Right in the pit of your stomach.
Never mind. This too shall pass.
By a strange coincidence, I was listening to this gorgeous song over and over earlier today. I don't quite know what the lyrics mean (I can make out a word or two but that's about it), but the music and the singing deliver the message clearly enough. The sense of melancholic longing pervades Rekha Bhardwaj's vocals as much as the sitar(?) strains. *sigh*
And then you find that your lot isn't all that special, and you too have to suck it up and make the best of it. You tell yourself half-cynically that you were a fool to ever think otherwise. That, of course, this has come to pass, as you knew it would. You try to be brave about it and cynical and anything but vulnerable. But it still hits you hard. Right in the pit of your stomach.
Never mind. This too shall pass.
By a strange coincidence, I was listening to this gorgeous song over and over earlier today. I don't quite know what the lyrics mean (I can make out a word or two but that's about it), but the music and the singing deliver the message clearly enough. The sense of melancholic longing pervades Rekha Bhardwaj's vocals as much as the sitar(?) strains. *sigh*
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