Today was quite an eventful day. I woke up depressed, overwhelmed by my disease. On the other hand, I had diagnosed myself this time. It’s inflammation of my sinus. Not a constant allergic reaction or infection. I just need to settle the inflammation and I will be alright. Though, I still got diarrhea, can’t figure out how that happened, but I do need to improve my diet and routine anyway.

I somehow mustered enough strength to get my admit card printed and get ready for the exam. It was pretty stressful, but it all worked fluidly. I talked to this another organization for my BDM project, I know the proprietor because papaji kept mentioning about him and I even met the man when I was really young and about to get my 7-string guitar.

I revised while I was in the car. I realized that I had completely forgotten to put on any cologne, but then I figured the scent of a man is the best there is. After a while, I started sweating a lot, despite taking off my blazer. I was anyway about to reach the exam center, I figured I should cool myself down so I rolled down the whole window to let that breeze dry out my sweat.

I reached the center just in time, it was off to a good start so far. I felt comfortable in my clothes, my health was feeling alright and I carried myself well enough. The exam went alright, I regrouped with Shubhranshu and everyone. We headed towards the metro station, chit chatting as always. We had this idea where we will make a song full of vocals and all. I will produce it. It’s gonna be fun reviving music for me.

I parted ways with them at the Mandi House station, and I took off to Rajiv Chowk. Over there, I reached the proprietor’s place and we had a nice long chat discussing business and everything. I worked my way through some things to get the data out, I feel there is scope for a great project coming out of this. I am still working on it.

I got out of there and I was waiting for the cab across the road in front Gate no. 5 of the metro station when I saw this old man playing the harmonica (mouth organ) on the sidewalk. I figured, I am going to wait, might as well wait while enjoying the evening a little. I read about him, his name is Munindra Sagar. People did gather around, started filming, giving some money, walking past. I enjoyed what the man was playing, tapping to his own metronome. I cheered him a little, giving out “yeah” and “nice” occasionally as he played some parts really well. He knew I was listening to him, so he kept engaging with me through eye contact and body language. A musician would understand. By the end of it he stood up and shook my hand, saying “You are feeling what I am doing”. I agreed, I told him that I am a musician too, and it probably made sense to him. I am glad that I was able to touch the artist who touched others with his performance. I wished him luck and told him that I hope to catch him next time that I am there.

All in all, it was a good day. Much better than the ones I have seen lately.