Table on the tablet, flute (or rather its father) on his lips, he sits oblivious to the world and yet extremely alert. An architect, an interior designer, an ad film actor and a musician, not necessarily in that order!
The waiter tells me that he is a regular to the Prithvi Cafe. He sits there every evening at the same hour and plays his flute. What brings him here, I wonder? No heads turn, no prying eyes.
He attracts attention because of his long, flowing, white beard. But his music provides the perfect, much required, yet missing, ambiance to the Prithvi Cafe. His music sounds as timeless as the place. At his age he has travelled life and witnessed people, much like Prithvi. And yet no signs of stopping, no signs of exhaustion. On the contrary, he exudes the vivacity of youth, balanced with the maturity of age and experience.
An alter-ego to Prithvi? Maybe! For time and place are not required by him. He is needed by time, places and people.
The waiter tells me that he is a regular to the Prithvi Cafe. He sits there every evening at the same hour and plays his flute. What brings him here, I wonder? No heads turn, no prying eyes.
He attracts attention because of his long, flowing, white beard. But his music provides the perfect, much required, yet missing, ambiance to the Prithvi Cafe. His music sounds as timeless as the place. At his age he has travelled life and witnessed people, much like Prithvi. And yet no signs of stopping, no signs of exhaustion. On the contrary, he exudes the vivacity of youth, balanced with the maturity of age and experience.
An alter-ego to Prithvi? Maybe! For time and place are not required by him. He is needed by time, places and people.
