Upstairs and Beyond: We Must All Go
There are days when you feel the most in touch with yourself, when you feel a part of you seeping out of your body, standing in front of you and saying, Hi! Hi Kashish, what’s up? What have you been up to? Did you not miss me? that is what my interrogation felt like yesterday. Yesterday was a dull, grey, smoggy Delhi winter day, but that is not what my itinerary looked like. Think of browns and maroons. Think of deep reds and Warli paintings. Think of khadi lampshades, indoor ferns and palms. Think of haldi yellow, tree-bark brown sarees with Bandhani prints, that is what my yesterday looked like. And what did it sound like? I must tell you, even I can rejoice today, with a side of envy and a wow girl, you are so lucky . I attended a classical music concert yesterday, or should I say, a baithak . It was organised by two partners, Sukanya and Tejas: a trained classical singer meets a rock-metal guy, they fall in love, and together they produce Upstairs . Upstairs , I ...
