Thank Goodness for Megh

One of the quickest and surest way I escape into parallel reality, experience its vicarious joys and pains, and travel intense inner journeys is by listening to a well rendered vocal recital of a hindustani classical raga...if that raga also happens to be Megh then the transformation into this parallel world is instantaneous, colors dark, bold, dramatic, blood pounding to rainy rhythms, heart lightening to the cracking of the thunder. As the alaap unfolds, the world changes color to dark, velvet blue-gray, lightnings send out sharp linear tinges of purples, violets-the atmosphere is overhanging, oppressive, moist - awaiting, unbearably, the pain of separation -held back tears, gazing outwards, is the mood that the song slowly builds into - and then, on the whim of the singer, a flooding of tears, losing of hope, giving in to the sorrow of lost love as the world outside crashes down and cries with you..or..joy-o-joy, the waiting is over, wishes fulfilled, and I am now the color of you, who is the color of all world around.