The Inevitable

As the twilight forfeits, every complexion substitutes from a blush of volcanic ash to a flamboyant luminescence. The light of dawn trickled and impaled through the early morning mist, kindling anew with such an expertise. The day was somewhat special, even the cool breeze that had been apathetic once, had acquired a marginal motion. 

Finally, the wait is over, the day has advanced when we will be wrapped in each other's arms once again, the day I foresaw eons ago, the day when Kolkata comes alive in all its grandeur. Let's embark on an overwhelming musical journey with the euphonious KK, live in concert at the Nazrul Manch auditorium. From " Yaaron Dosti" to " "Beete Lamhein", his music had a way of unleashing the emotions that were held within, his soulful voice that made you fall in love, whose melody brought your incarnation into key with the resonance of this passionate universe. Until yesterday, I was just a person with the worst luck of all, but today it seems the future owns a lot to look forward to. You never know what it holds in store for you. 

" The Little Tramp encounters and falls in love with a young blind girl who sells flowers on the street corner".

The stage upon which my fantasies sprawled beneath the black paradise and the crescent bright light, where the unobtrusive sound of music could be heard just over the prattle of the foregathered crowd, just where you place your camera to get a vision of the enraptured euphoria. This combination of the stunning band, this magnificence of the podium and this sense of community in the audience literally kept me glued to my seat. While there were many who made an appearance prior to the concert, there were few who did not sentiment soaring the balconies to get a better sight of the house. 

In next to no time, it was simply " Tu Aashiqui Hai" saturating my ear buds and the rest???? was a history.

Felt pity for i could not catch the end, had few consequential burdens to attend. A beautiful canvas graced with dark clouds and pure indistinct blues, aquamarine in the depths beyond and the smooth, leaving behind a sense of satisfaction, reminding that you made it good. In an universe scourged by misgivings and uncertainties, it's a strange source of gratitude, a strange source of hope.

Next morning: " Singer KK dies after performing at a concert in Kolkata at the age of 53- theeconomictimes.com."

An absolute imperative aspect of life

# Hum rahe ya Na rahe kal

Kal, Yaad ayenge yeh Pal#