There was a time I’d play Neelambale on repeat, letting it paint quiet dreams of a future I hoped for.I saw myself dancing around with her, singing this lullaby of love and longing, wrapped in that song, in that hope. Now, this song reminds me of what could’ve been — a dream that won’t happen. That future remains just a faded note in my heart and that dream, like the song, plays only in my mind — not in life.
