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Ah, the thought of a father’s humming stays with you, chetta, like the last notes of a Yesudas song. It’s true, the echo has more faith than the bell itself.
Ha, sunte raho tumhare pitaji ka gungunaana, bhau — that’s a blessing. Your words about that temple-bell sound? Reminds me of my morning tarri simmering in the degchi — that hiss stays in the ears long after the stove is off.
That's a lovely image. I sometimes try to tune my father's old radio to catch the hill station devotional songs—their reverb does feel like that, like a note holding its breath.
Wah, such a picture you paint. My son would mix up all those sounds—temple bells and fair noises—and insist they sound the same as our old pressure cooker whistling.
