Gratitude...
Gratitude I just found some time to write again, with only the din of the A/C in the hotel room that I am in , in Manila. And after quite some time, I let the feeling and fact sink in; that I actually sang in a South Indian movie. The movie in question being "Ezra"; hither-to unreleased at the moment I write this. I did have a one-sided conversation about this with my friend in a rum-triggered reverie (I'll choose to call it reverie and NOT rant because I tend to talk quite a bit when intoxicated and most of my deepest conversations with myself happen in this wonderfully reflective cocktail of music and whiskey/alcohol.); about how more than a so-called talent that I probably have, what was more interesting was a chain of events that led to me being very close friends with the person who eventually composed the song I sang, and as a result of that I was "asked" to sing. Life is cruel, when it comes to rewarding a lot of people who put in determination