By Yamini Gaur
I am a firm believer of the fact that the music that a person listens to is a mirror into their innermost trepidations and longings. It is an insight into their brain; an oracular glance into their helplessly opaque soul. People have a heartless and cruel habit of attaching themselves emotionally to a song to such a huge extent that they feel a nagging and lingering sense of dismay when others don’t approve of their playlist. I have felt these similar pangs of disappointment when a kid in my class came up to me and told me that “he thought I listened to better music”.
I am a firm believer of the fact that the music that a person listens to is a mirror into their innermost trepidations and longings. It is an insight into their brain; an oracular glance into their helplessly opaque soul. People have a heartless and cruel habit of attaching themselves emotionally to a song to such a huge extent that they feel a nagging and lingering sense of dismay when others don’t approve of their playlist. I have felt these similar pangs of disappointment when a kid in my class came up to me and told me that “he thought I listened to better music”.