Photo: Anuj Gosalia

19th February, 1992

We finished the song today. It is delightful. The most cherished music to have ever been played on the darned guitar of mine. Every note brings a piece of him to me. Everytime I sing our song, I long for him... and I remember how his deep voice filled my room, filled my heart... I remember the sweet warmth of the air around him. And I remember the moments we spent.. making music.. making memories.. making love... Each moment was a lifetime. Like a song. Like the lyrics we were pretending to write. Every word came alive between the two of us.

Maybe, it was not meant. But it was meant to be. Naturally, our hands found each other. And it was not the mere holding of hands that connected us. I don't want to think so... Maybe something was happening.. something was changing.. something was growing in these moments.

Few moments. Two people. One song. Many stories.
If love could be seen.. heard... written.. this was it!
It was. But it is no longer.
A passion so strong deserves little time.... for a moment is all that it takes... isn't it?
It cannot last a life time... for the moment is it.
A song like this can be written only once... written, played, sung....
And I wrote mine... for him...
Now.. he is gone with it... to sing my song to her..
Now.. our song will create them...

And now... now what? What am I to do of my dark wooden treasure... of all the words that come running to me...of the music in my soul... of the 22 years gone by in its pursuit... my dream...my meaning...


I've written my lines, I've sung my song...
The music of the moment didn't seem wrong...
But reality has broken into a different dawn...
Now...what am I to do...
For, there is no music without love,
No me without you..