My lovely Varsha....
I met her out of the blue. We talked and I just don't know how soon we grew over the other in affection. In matter of days we became verrrry close. We talked music, we talked music, and we talked about music.... carnatic all the way and some of movies. We were probably destined to meet. She was studying law, and lived in the hostel. If she could turn on her microphone while talking to me, if it was sensitive enough, I would have heard a soft continuous 'C' note which we term as 'Shruti' in Indian music. I asked Varsha how she finds the hostel environment. She said she cant sing aloud or play her music louder and get shouted down by her roommates. When no one is around, she plays them and enjoys. I asked her further more about the hostel. She put me on hold for few minutes and came back to tell me that she had to suddenly kill the 'C' note that was going on for long. I asked her how she did it. 'I followed the note and slapped it on the wall' she said...