And my tears are like a hurricane,
Washing away all your happiness;
And a smile becomes a miracle,
In this land of despair.
Few things make life seem worthwhile like listening to Rohini Maiti sing. And I, for one, had the privilege of listening to her sing at 0730 in the AM. Much before I could sip my first cup of coffee for the day. Blogging and brains have their upside, it turns out.
Those lyrics, I read them thrice and heard the track times 100!
How I discovered Rohini Maiti is a long story. I hate driving in traffic and during one of my nights in Bandra I was evading the inevitable by walking into a open mic night at The Den. Thanks to my bud Nieta who dragged me there against my wish. You see, am too hipster for a gig like that? Thank goodness I was wrong.
So I walk into this packed bar and before I can even get to the front I hear this voice. The voice that made me want to be in love. It made me want to feel the pain of being in pointless love. The kind you wouldn’t have heard ever. Less likely, in person.
This 16 year old singer song-writer has over 50 original tracks to her credit and I have them on my phone and in my car. I listen to it, every chance I get. She plays the guitar, her fingers are fluidic over the piano. She should be going head to head with Norah Jones, for all I care.
When I was working on this post, I had the fortune of meeting Ringo, her labrador. I have never seen a Labrador that active in all my life. He just wouldn’t rest.
She is also a sketcher. As she played the piano, I flipped through one of her comic books and I couldn’t put it down. I hope I can own one of her art pieces some day and frame it in my living room. Right where I can see it every single day. A reminder to everyone about how beautiful a thing, music and art is. I would go as far as saying I would crush on her if she was older! Heck, her voice has me crushing anyway. And no, I do not believe in being politically correct.