I have a curious case of melancholia, one that I think I've had since I was a child. According to my mother, one of my favourite passe-temps as a young'un was to sit in corners and withdraw into my own world. Makes sense, then, that I'm my happiest when I'm alone, late at night, listening to music.
I've always maintained that all of us are tuned in a specific way, that we all function according to a specific musical scale, or a specific raga. And, as a result, we react most profoundly to music we hear based on that particular scale. For me, and for my violin Gliga, I think it's A-minor. There's something uncannily inviting and warm and familiar of listening to Vivaldi's Concerto in A-minor for me. I was hooked immediately the first time I heard it. Over on the Indian side, Malkauns and others in its vein. Tonight, I heard a brilliant Kaushi Kanada by Ustd. Rashid Khan, that had me in raptures (and made me forget to work on my Hindi paper). As a result, here I am - 2:30am - still slaving away at the paper, but still listening to music.
That being said, I'm starting to enjoy being not-so-independent-and-fiercely-alone these days. I don't know what it is, but it feels good. For someone who has trust issues as significantly problematic as mine, it's kinda amazing.
Anyway, if any of you are so inclined:
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