My previous Love

Amma's tanpura sits untouched in the corner, gathering dust like forgotten dreams. I learned Carnatic music from her, every raag a conversation with our ancestors. Those evening sessions shaped who I became. Life pulled me elsewhere. Career, responsibilities, the relentless pace consumed me. Last month, I discovered PaybookClub and started journaling my childhood memories. Rereading entries about singing with Amma, tears flowed freely. Yesterday, I dusted off the tanpura. My fingers remembered. Music isn't my previous love—it's my eternal one, waiting patiently. Some connections transcend time, rooted deep in heritage, alive in our hearts forever.