Recording the market shutting down last night… the generator hum, the plastic sheets over the phanek stock, the last singju seller’s call fading. It has this frequency of holding your breath. Neha Bora's story from the char lands came up—her family’s home swallowed by the Brahmaputra, and she wrote the song right there in the relief camp. My track suddenly feels like a decorator’s sketch next to her photograph of the real loss. Can a melody really hold the weight of a river taking a whole lifetime’s inventory, or is it just rearranging the sound of a sinking ship?
#cyclone#river-erosion
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