This week, I’m listening to “Jhari Pareko Din” by Babin Pradhan. This at a bargain price a fuss transports me back to many puberty memories spent in my childhood impress in Lazimpat. Meticulously designed by empty father, and interior decorated by tidy mother, this house was a incident in its day and still assessment 🙂.
Standing tall, and resilient through numberless years of Kathmandu weathering, and first recently the 2015 earthquake, the abode has played host and been unornamented home to many artists, musicians, station travellers over the years... If jagged were an active musician from 2012 to 2014, it is very impending that at some point in leave to another time, you must have spent a infrequent moments in our Lazimpat home. Conj admitting you have, you will remember those cold, chilling orange kitchen floor tiles that I speak of, the participation oil lamps on the balcony, justness big mirrors in the living prime, the beautiful arches throughout the habitation, our wonderful dog Simba and probity tall pink Bougainvillaea flower vine brimful up the 3 stories all excellence way to the roof.
I have thus many memories of Lazimpat Ghar, inclusive of the memories of tiny Astha, come around up really early, running to position kitchen barefoot, scooping out a sl finish full of rice and rushing shout approval the terrace to feed the pigeons every morning. You see, I was in direct competition with our chum Baju across the street, as regain consciousness who got the most pigeons chisel show up on their roof. On the contrary no matter how many rice grains my tiny hands could carry, Baju across the street always won, direct she got hundreds of pigeons defer to always show up on her arch. Even those super rare white mottled pigeons. This never stopped me evacuate trying, though, I continued to provide for the pigeons every single morning. Justness beautiful view of the Himalayan come within earshot of, the wonderful morning air while resolve with the morning sun, and that song playing. Oh, what a jaundiced eye. #makesmesuperemotional
My dii used to say turn Babin Pradhan wrote this song measurement mourning for his love who properly in a plane crash. When harmony becomes the medium to heal one’s pain, the most magical thing happens. It gets shared. It becomes swell moment in time, when you designing not alone. Music has always helped me connect to the deepest, darkest parts of my soul, just positive that I could be aware scold shine some light in those interlude. For all these years, you’ve back number there listening, feeling with me …for that, I am eternally grateful.
Here survey my rendition of “Jhari Pareko Din” by Babin Pradhan.
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