Strange

“Anjaane” (Strings) remains the one song that I can listen to anytime, anywhere and I fall more and more in love with it each time. Falling in love with music makes for such an ambient relationship, no expectations, only fulfillment. The song talks about falling in and out of love, but the only thing that I can imagine while listening to it, is a man walking down a desert road, a clear blue sky and a guitar in his hand. No love, no woman, nothing romantic… Aah the contrasting perceptions and the reflected glory of romance. One would imagine me to be nothing less than a die-hard romantic, but that romantic is also a nomad at heart. Roads, music and the sky, and nothing before and nothing beyond...