I dreamt almost, during my growing up days, these ethereal elements of humans, olden earth, lives, untreaded paths, hopes, despair, love, losses, aspirations, convictions, journey. I had a chance to peep into the early dawns of Rhik Veda or Upanishads, of mount Sinai or of Kapisayana while a young human.
I picked up those prized pebbles while otherwise life took a scattered shape during walking along the high and yet higher ways of mundane life. This time as I looked at them closely they showed a vague chance of interacting with each other. They started changing colours in other’s company, they started making patterns. I kept on looking at them fascinated, charmed, bewildered. This is the time I found the trace of the golden thread, and I started contemplating a quantum of bonding among them, a bonding sans bondage which oozes out from love and harmonious feeling.
I am quivering with impregnated possibilities. I am out to the path unknown, with a mission to find that peace within that we feel after uniting with a long lost family, with a dream in my core to find our ancient wise counterparts in present time frame and see them in place in a world proficient and profound.
Migrating Music 
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