Atonement to days and days of insignificant living is a mirage. To dwell on that is frustration.
Life is about women wine and song. Life has always been a song. Wine joined next and has been an integral part always. Woman (singular) joined off late and life is only more song with more dulcet tunes. I am really not aware if a sudden heavy riff would in barge in, as in so many instances in the past, and lead to various genres of song in life. The inability, to differentiate music as against noise and vice versa and the ensuing predicaments sums up life. Love it or not, songs, whatsoever it indeed is, undeniably a sound at all time, set my life sail. Having a bit of wine dooms the dulcet tune and asks for sounds to hit your nerves. Taking a bit more than a bit of wine will request the dulcet tunes be back to act as a masseuse for your brain and body. Any more of wine is just silence. Silence-the best music. The sheer glory of music is that its absence can also be the perfect music. It is least a thing to happen with any other entity and never with Human beings. Silence is what everyone ponders. They keep searching day in and day out every bit of it, before they resolutely find it in a 6*3 naught. It is available in lots out there finally.
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Machan.. 3 months since you wrote something.. whatz the reason?
Nice! The title should've been "Of Songs & Silence".
And I sure wouldn't worry about this - "I am really not aware if a sudden heavy riff would in barge in, as in so many instances in the past, and lead to various genres of song in life" - you'll do just fine!
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