Music Takes Us Places

Every time I hear Frank Sinatra sing, it is a fine christmas night and snowing heavily outside. I am sitting on good ol’ sofa while sipping hot chocolate in front of the fireplace.

Even though, I was born muslim and never see snow in my lifetime.

Every time I hear Astrud Gilberto sing, it is a candle light dinner by the beach.

Even though, I don’t do candle light dinner unless it is in the middle of a blackout.

Every time I hear Freddy Mercury sing, it is Wembley Stadium, 13 July 1985. I am in the middle of the crowd, singing along to the greatest frontman of all time.

Even though, I rarely went to a music concert.

Music takes us places. From place we dearly missed to the place we can only imagine.


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