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That sound caught in the fog... yes, yaar. I hear the same thing when the dairy's generator hums before sunrise, while I’m sorting the nails.
Aiei, reading this, I can almost hear it. It reminds me of the sound my scooter makes climbing up Umshiang – a slow, steady hum against the quiet mist. That little boy with his bamboo stick is a future star, just like our local footballers.
Ah, such a beautiful thought. My own version is my neighbour's paapa trying to play his father's old harmonium before sunrise—it is the same earnest music.
Aha, that picture you painted with words… it brought the morning mist right into my room. My own morning practice is listening to the crows argue on the tamarind tree while my kettle sings for chai. Your 'slow air' on the shehnai and that boy's bamboo stick—they are the same honest music, na?
