A Promise!
Rai: Housekeeper? But you never liked having a housekeeper when did you get this one?
John: About a month back. I never wanted one, but she was good, does all the work, she needed work and, (small pause) And I had promised.
Rai: Housekeeper? But you never liked having a housekeeper when did you get this one?
John: About a month back. I never wanted one, but she was good, does all the work, she needed work and, (small pause) And I had promised.
Lilly took the bus home. Trying hard not to show any emotions. In front of her, a couple was holding hands. That view made it harder, not to break down in tears.
Death is a mystery; its ignorance puts a veil before us and keeps us guessing. We believe the unknown and disbelieve the known. Train no. 4213 keeps missing.
Having seen a woman inside, I waved my hands in hope but with strained access could hardly speak a sheer sentence of help, “Could you help me please…?”
As they slowly moved their way out to further up the forest, someone spotted them and shrieked. They started running, while people around them ran helter-skelter. He lost sight of her in the melee, and cursed himself as he found himself alone.
For me, Dhrupad is the only language that I know. It is a form of art which involves both vocal music and instrumental music. The traditional practice of playing Alaap and Jod in an instrument has actually originated from Dhrupad.
Structurally, Dhrupad comprises of Alaap and Bandish. Above this, if I am to tell you what Dhrupad really is, I would say, it is a milestone of Indian music. It is a proof of the civilization of Indian music.