Even the stars sometimes fade to gray. Even the stars hideaway.

The year started a while back. Its halfway into the first month. I am yet to make resolutions. I guess it'll pass without any. Again.

Sweating in January on the terrace with pots of blood red paint, a cap and rolled up pyjamas. Good start, won't you say?

An evening was spent with a great bunch of kids who I have been working with over the past few months. They sparkled that night. I will remember it always; the gleaming faces after the show. A sense of satisfaction spread like a warm breeze. Comfortably numb I am now. Bittersweet symphony. I hope to see them again. Hopefully, sooner than I know.

Two books are being read simultaneously. Ka. Music Room. They're both very different. While one traces stories of Indian mythology like never before, the other follows a girl through her tryst with hindustani classical music. Both have kept me engrossed and they shall for a while to come.

There is too much music around. A bhajan being sung in a distant temple, the radio and my earphones. They are all merging to form a motley that has its strangely pleasant moments. The rest is noise.

I want to reach out for inner peace. Ciao.