My musical memories

Accidental babies by Damien rice

It's getting dark, there are dark clouds in the sky and I am listening to this song on my headphones. It's the first one that I bought and it's very special to me (it might have contributed to my mild deafness as well lol). So I'm walking in circles on the terrace humming the lyrics and as I look up, a rain drop falls onto my cheek and slowly small more drops fall on my face. The cold soft fuzzy rain sprinkling on my face made me so happy. I felt alive at that moment as I hummed

'Do you feel like you belong?

Does he drive you wild or just mildly free

What about me?'

Impossible by James Arthur

Tell them I was happy

And my heart is broken

Let's go nine years back, shall we?

It's year 2072, and I have my SLC exams coming up. I have a huge crush on this guy, the kind that I've kept secret for one whole year and there's an upcoming farewell program so we're sneaking out of our classes using our singing practice as an excuse. And there he tells me it's his recent favourite song, and that moment engrained itself into my stupid brain. He looks at me, I look at him and there's this untold something between us. And later comes the heartbreak part, this song is the story of what was and the agony I endured after that.

Chasing cars by Snow patrol

This one is fiction. My brain associates cars with stars in this song, so I'm laying on the ground with someone, preferably the love of my life and we're lying on the grass overlooking the city lights. But the city lights can never even come close to my gorgeous stars so I'm gazing at the twinkling stars and he's there looking at me and this song is playing on the speaker.

Let's waste time chasing cars (stars)

Donna by the Lumineers

I'm walking slowly, playing this song on my earpods. The first piano part gets me, it's so simple but it fills me with anticipation that now this song is about to play. There are trees around, also busy traffic on the road. The moon is peeking through the leaves of the mighty trees and people are walking on the sidewalk, just like me, only a little less jolly and more in a hurry. I love this place, I love walking alone randomly, aimlessly, just me, my solitude and the peaceful sidewalk.

You hate the name Donna

You love to judge strangers' karma