Whenever I hear the word music, I remember my mother’s soulful voice.
If you were around her you had to hear the hum. She was always forever carrying a tune. From cooking to getting ready for a party, there was a song on her lips.
She was the reason why I actually went to learn the piano but ended up enrolling for classical singing. Her love for music was immense.
I have lost count the number of times she could listen to the whole of Farida Khanum’s collection on loop. Or the ever increasing collection of Jagjit Singh’s live recordings.
I have come a long way from that time. But strange how an odd couplet or a random music piece can transport me to those evenings where the aroma of her cooking and the melody of her voice formed a warm space in my heart.
And though I keep saying I am very different from her. A tougher nut to crack and far more practical, when it comes to music I am same. I am always humming a song be it office or home. I crave for music more than TV. My Sunday mornings need at least two hours of unadulterated music plugged in. And yes I too get gooseflesh when one of my favourites suddenly starts playing somewhere.
Funny how music connects me so much with her. How I too can listen to Farida Khanum and Jagjit Singh on loop and not get bored. How I too want my own kids to take up classical singing. And how I too always feel that music and cooking have an odd connection, which can never almost fail while creating a sumptuous meal.
Do they really say like mother like daughter then?
I am taking part in the Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th-14th December 2013 and this post has been written for Day 4 which has the prompt as music.
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