I had always concluded that music was in my blood by the way I reacted to music or
melody. Any instrument known or unknown captivated my being. I found rhythm in every
action of life. The pop-up of the bread from the toaster, the rustling of the crisp pages of
newspapers or my mom’s sewing machine were all harmonious sounds waiting to decipher
by my keen ear.
My mom and dad being into academics could not fathom my leanings but nevertheless
never discouraged my different interest.
My musical sojourn took me to Mumbai, India. Once airborne I had mixed feelings. I had
earlier avoided this country but my present professional assignment left no room for
maneuvering or manipulations.
I saw people with brown complexion, black hair and eyes. Faces adorned with smiles and
their easy behaviour put me to ease. My earlier trepidations were washed away with the
Arabian Sea waves. Indians have an ear for music and their various instruments and forms
of music fascinated me.
Back in my little village in Denmark, I always felt different in my surroundings though no-
one made any obvious remarks or insinuations. But the differences distanced me in my
mind.
I went into the interiors to a little town called Pandharpur. The ‘bhajans’ , ‘kirtans’
welcomed my melodious soul and I discovered my spiritual side, hitherto unknown to me.
My breath felt an inner connection. I looked at people walking around, seguing into a
chore from another. None of them treated me, a foreigner, differently. I could barely
converse with them save for a few words of greeting. My translator’s presence
obliterated this handicap.
I never knew when they would arrive and hug me.
Were ‘they’ my flesh and blood? I may be sharing DNA with
them but my parents back in
Denmark never forbade me to search for my roots. I was adopted by my Danish parents
from an orphanage in Pandharpur. I had my roots here and felt rooted. But my wings
implored me to travel around the world. I will visit this bustling town once again, I
promise.
Denmark never forbade me to search for my roots. I was adopted by my Danish parents
from an orphanage in Pandharpur. I had my roots here and felt rooted. But my wings
implored me to travel around the world. I will visit this bustling town once again, I
promise.
Bhajans , kirtans are Indian devotional songs.
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