Srinagar, Jan. 3 -- 'God respects me when I work; but god loves me when I sing,' said Rabindranath Tagore. The whole human sings, it is never just the vocal cords. If this life were a song, then the music must definitely be love. The full throated, lusty, diva like, singing sound, that emerges from the wash rooms of the world, collectively, must surely be the happiest, purest form of abandon and joy. It is the primordial sound of the heart, throbbing with sincerity - the notes that one is hitting may be wrong, but the pure droplets of ecstasy are incomparable to any high.
The soul turns cartwheels and the spirit soars to unchartered horizons, as each one of us, is the rock star, who gazes rapturously into the steaming bathroom mirror. Cele...