My mornings are made of up love-songs again. They play from the media player on my colleague's desk-top. I'm always in awe of her playlist. She has the best Hindi selections, I've ever heard. Songs that make your heart ache, more than it ever has learnt to. They are songs that make you question everything you've experienced in life.From Kailash Kher to the latest movie songs, she has them all!
It's six in the morning when her speakers start singing (acutally blaring), and I'm thinking- how inconsiderate! But my anger gradually subsides, and I forgive her as her songs start speaking about human suffering, dreams, madness...the evil and the good. It's like she's doing me a favour. And perhaps it's the only way we communicate.
In a work-place, you always find different connections with different people. With some it's friendship (quite rare, this), some become mentors, some are just colleagues, some are like relatives (always there when you need them, be it criticism or grudged support) and some are almost wall-paper. With this particular colleague, I think I connect in songs. I won't say music. Because her music is not always my kind of music. But we connect in songs.
Thank you Life, for small mercies.
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