By the evening, I was involuntarily letting the day slip out of my hands – in all shades of grey and sometimes burning orange. Don’t get me wrong, there was nothing drastic that happened. Work has always been demanding, I have always been easily distracted and extremely volatile, and I know that being with him every second of the day just isn’t possible. Still, this was one of those days when all the reasoning and logic was abandoned and I sulked. Then I realized I was sulking, felt weak, defeated even, and sulked some more.
Just then, someone turned up the music.
“There are many things that I
Would like to say to you but I don’t know how
Because maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me
And after all, you’re my wonderwall”
I smiled and shouted to no one in particular – Hey! They’re playing my song!
Music has a strange, strong power over us – it can make you feel things that you don’t otherwise do. Or are not aware of them. Music can mend hearts – or break them. Music is the center of my being and It can alter my moods, yes. And the fact that Wonderwall was being played right when I needed it – makes me believe that music is there for me too. Bizarre, I know but its true – Wonderwall, my childhood favorite and my life’s unofficial anthem (almost) was playing on one of my unusual dull days.
Like Nick Hornby writes in High Fidelity –
“Sentimental music has this great way of taking you back somewhere at the same time that it takes you forward, so you feel nostalgic and hopeful all at the same time.”
Music is the biggest power in my world. All was good because they were playing my song. I wasn’t gloomy anymore. I was singing loudly – totally out of tune – to the song. And just like that, my day got better.