Its the dawn of another day and the rapid passage of time through the dark hours is still fresh on our minds. And the passage of time has witnessed existence unveil itself everyday, every moment, bit by bit, slowly unwinding along the crooked path passed long ago. The events witnessed ages ago seem so similar with events that seem to be occurring today and will occur tomorrow. So many people have died, some in vain, some unknown, some at the height of their powers, some at the end of their patience with life. And we, of the present, see that we are nothing but small pieces in this huge game that began with the revolution of the earth some unknown day in the past. There are haunting memories hidden at places we visit everyday, at the very corners of our mind where we grope everyday to bring out what is stored within. All the disciplines introduced to understand history, to analyse the present and to predict the future are but illusions that spring up like parasites blocking our paths of understanding the simple truths. History, His story has several meanings, interpretations at odds with each other. How can we, people of today’s world, gauge all those of the past? How can we talk about a man called adolf whose every action is a contradiction, how can we speak of nero and his recital in the fire, how can we see cleopatra through all the mists of long lost time hanging heavy on her poisoned ring? How can we bring out a world dead for thousands of years, bring it to life within the modern race of man? How can we rectify our mistakes of the past, our haunting past?

For all eternity there are but two truths – love and music…

Let it be so, if there be nothing more, if there be not even the home we die in nor the food we consume for our delight nor the drink we have beyond our thirst…

Let wrongs be righted and there be love…

And there be music…