mesmerized

Musicians often wander playing music in the derb. Here was one right outside our house. His music was haunting and lovely at the same time.

I sometimes feel enchanted by things. This was one such moment. The acoustic sounds rang in my head like waves of hypnosis. It was a state of unending dimensionality. Every change in the notes felt disturbingly mesmerizing.

Moving out of my bedroom, I passed through the lobby to see him. I stood close to the kitchen window, peeking at a sharp angle to get a glimpse of the man, but I couldn't. Gauging direction of the sounds, I ran to the balcony across the cross sectional diagonal of our drawing room to catch him.

Unfortunately, he was too fast.

Now whenever I listen to the chanting in a mosque, I recall the incident when I was seduced by the musician as I picture a poor, shabby artist playing a heavy bass on a flute.