For years I thought about time travel, I watched and rewatched Back to the future, Interstellar, The Time travellers wife. You see when they transported particles I got a little too excited, and I wanted to time travel, the non conventional way of course which didn’t involve zooming off in a rocket or a flight around the world, and yes it proved the postulates of relativity.
But
There was another kind of time travel, relatively of course, but it could transport us to certain moments that might only be possible through time travel. While travelling the other day I heard my mother’s favourite song on the radio, and yes it’s typical to turn to the side watching the rain, but I remembered you dancing instead. Disco has now become synonymous to the hostel at 1 AM. I walked past a ground during Navratri and remembered learning Garba. You see, I listen to music all the time and I can’t help but choreograph, that tall stranger who I thought of while listening to perfect is now beginning to take shape. Weird thing about music you see, with each beat I’m transported to a memory, some good and some bad, but memorable nonetheless. Some days when I miss them most, I listen to those songs and I’m instantly transported to the memory, the annual day in school or those numerous independance day practices. When I listen to Timber now, I picture a panda and a girl. Food isn’t the same without that song my mother hums while cooking, and break ups without Taylor Swift. I think completing and singing lyrics is a habit now, and maybe a poetic way of telling each other we’d be there. I’ve lived Era’s you see, through the 80’s, and the early 2000’s. A romance through eyes, or running through fields, and somewhere between staring out the window thinking about it, kuch din, when our eyes met, it was all those songs at once.
I still hope for a time machine sometimes, but till then I’ve got music.
Aesthete 