Different times call for different music.
This early, which isn't all that but still is, before 10am that is, it's classical rag's, sitar, flute and tabla that my ears need.
I want to listen to the crest and fall of the complicated dimensions of vocal acrobatics that go up and down in sonorous lilt to the background twang of Tanpura and rudra veena.
It's a bit of a purification ritual, the sweet tingles of Santoor sanctifying the corners of my house, driving away spent energies and working as aural incense to the soft thumps of tabla which reverberate any lazy juju to restore the lively patina of this casa in conjugation with the perfumed melody of flute which purges and distills the jaded aura of all that resides within; feline, furniture and human alike, creating a spiritual halo of positivity and even vibrations to get on with the rest of the day with a cleansed mind and wholehearted vigour.
It's a rather temple mood in the morning which helps strengthen and begin the day no matter how feisty it tends to get.
The flavour of my house is clean, vibrant and full of zest. It flourishes, it blooms and welcomes.
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