I first encountered your music on a slow winter afternoon, perched alone on the rooftop of our century-old residence, while the world was in a deep slumber, recovering from the fatigue of Saraswati ...

I first heard you on a languid winter afternoon, sitting alone on the rooftop of our century-old home, while the world slept off the exhaustion of Saraswati Puja. The wilting flowers and silent ...