*Waking up to the usual craziness of 3 am and taking refuge in an ipod full of Mariyan songs and writing...*
His music is like a handclasp in the middle of the night when you wake up at 3 am, delirius, sweaty and unsure of what is real and what is dreaming. 'Nenje Ezhu' he says. And suddenly everything sets itself right. Why does it happen time and again? When everything fails me- people, events, dreams- his voice and music infuse strength. He made me a promise with his voice today when he crooned those words. And I know, he will not desert.