from the attic . . .

Visiting the attic is always great fun. It is like looking at commonplace things in the everyday world with the child’s eye of admiration and wonderment. Things that had long been tucked away as uninteresting or worthless, suddenly begin to look like priceless possessions. Things that were incomprehensible then, begin to glow with fresh meanings. Things that had slipped away from memory, re-emerge. There is nostalgia. There is surprise. There is adventure. There is learning. There is exploration. Some soulful melody plays again. Some concert happens again. Some puzzle continues to baffle. A new understanding dashes ahead. Some question remains unsolved. And some answer unfolds. I converse - with myself, with my world, with my experiences and with my music. I discover, rediscover, visit and revisit – all in the attic of my Carn'atic' mind !