Stories of home
There are days or moments when thoughts rush to a particular moment in the past.It dwells there and mostly bring some moisture in the eyes.Call it nostalgic,painful..life passed by leaves you with many such ones.And if the people who makes them are not there around then the pain simply doubles.Well this post is not about pain.But about the magic called memory.
Songs carry that memory.At sudden moments when you least expect them you are carried to the exact moment the song touched your heart.M.Balamuralikrishna 'bhadrachala keertanalu' are one such things which reigned for sometime in our house.Early morning when the house is still half awake his melodious voice would create some kind of truce between yesterday and today.The sound would often make arguing people to go silent, smiling people to quick their step..bliss in all levels.

