What’s common to the tall, hunchbacked kid who’s got a pair of headphones on, carelessly bumping onto others on the road; the forgettable face of the beggar who comes to ask you for alms in the train and the swanky model who’s just stepped out of her limousine, her head moving casually from side to side, as if in a trance? They all seem to be in their own worlds, without a care for what lies ahead, their minds fixated to the last sound they heard. A sound, which seems to resonate through them, giving them hope, a smile, comfort, reassurance, or whatever they seek from it. The sound is what they seek, and music is the form in which they get it.

Music. The most loved five-letter word. Everyone knows it, let alone the vibrant varieties it is known by each and every human being alive on this planet, right from the homeless, who have a song of joy on their lips to the metal gods, who bring it forth with their guitars. Music. It’s everywhere, and you know it. You cannot deny its existence. And many a times, you cannot fight it. When it takes over your mind, body and soul. When the sound you’re looking for comes out and touches you, transposing you to a brand new level, where everything you’d want comes true. That’s when you celebrate life, and the medium of expression it chooses is music.