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The bangles were great, lovable they were;

Appreciable their dedication,

Yet tough they were.

Lovable they saw her hand;

Affection they developed,

Yet tears fell in the sand..

On her hand, they craved to be;

Beautiful the world would be,

Hands broke them easily!

Broken Bangles-dont dream;

‘How can we?,’ they asked

No answer had she, she broke them apart!

Ornamental mind, she perhaps has;

‘She cared not of our heart’

Bangles, mutter, ‘don’t we have heart?’

‘We still dream to be her ornaments;’

Haplessly they dream-just dreams they are,

Bangles broken dont live, unfortunate they are!

- Punit Ganshani

Rhythm and the language of music have something that brings joy to our soul. When I tune to soft music, a feeling of oneness with eternity fills my heart. The well-placed beats, the soft touch of light music captivates the mind and helps forgetting everything but one – that it is the music that has held me strong.

When I play my flute, I am unanswerable why my eyes just close themselves and concentrate to the highs and the lows of the music. Its like I reach to a garden full of joy and I find myself searching for something that I haven’t seen till yet. I am playing the flute and searching for the same sound in the garden that resembles my flute sound.

Its just a resonance that I am searching…
A moment of a joyful beginning to a new journey.!