There's something magical about getting hands on something that's been tucked away in an almirah or basement for decades. Last night, when my parents visited me, they handed over to me all my old music notes which I didn't even know existed! I came across my own school book labeled simply "Music Theory" Inside was a treasure I had almost forgotten about – my collection of music books from childhood and early adulthood.
As I lifted the first book from the box, a wave of emotion washed over me. The familiar weight in my hands, the slight mustiness of pages that hadn't been turned in years, the dog-eared corners marking favorite pieces – all of it transported me instantly back through time. There's something uniquely personal about sheet music. Unlike digital files or even recordings, these pages bear the marks of our relationship with them. Penciled fingerings, circles around difficult passages, coffee stains from late-night practice sessions – each mark tells a story of struggle, triumph, or simple daily existence.
Each book in the collection marked a different chapter of my life. The beginner books with their Hindi scripts and simple Raagas reminded me of sitting with my guru as a child, voice barely able to sing SaReGaMa. What struck me most was how these books held more than just music – they contained memories of who I was at different points in my life.
Finding My Way Back
I started with something simple, a Raaga I used to sing to warm up. My voice was heavy, certainly, but the joy of reconnecting with the music was immediate and profound. It wasn't just about remembering how to play; it was about remembering a part of myself I had set aside. I didn't know that I still remembered some of the bandish! I started singing them without even reading their notations... Uff !! I feel like I am found again. These priceless books aren't just repositories of notes; they're keepers of my personal history, waiting patiently all these years to continue my riaaz
Thank you mummy-papa for reconnecting me with my first ever love. I promise I will respect it and again start practicing with the same excitement.
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