Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone

Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
that comes along

Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound

Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own

Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone

I don't know if am an insomniac or not but my most inner thoughts resurge in late hours mostly and this piece of scrap is also being processed at 3 am so do excuse me if I get digressed. I don't recollect when I heard Norah Jones for the first time but I do remember the day I bought the first CD ( it took 400 bucks ! the most expensive one I brought for the first time ! so I think its kindda indelible memory , but jokes apart … ) I was returning from Madhu Mukherjee(well known musician and singer) ; my uncle's place … he was the one who insisted that I should buy my own copy, and my afternoons from little strings lesson to Flury's n then tuning to my new Norah Jones CD ; chanting the lyrics and roaming in my own reveries started around late 2002 I was in second year then; a silent introvert person found her own world of dilemmas and dreams in the songs of a girl who has a name to overshadow patriarchy .. yes Geethali ( I think similar to who sings well ?) was cast away by Norah . her fame didn't depend on a name fame … and the lyrics was like she was telling her tale only…. You can get one with her thoughts at least in solace.

I guess this blog requires you to write about what is our personal realm of experience through her songs … but a life can not but be held out in a piece of blog and am not a great writer either to attempt that … only a few things which can be said is … the freshman me in the college was a loner … I came to study architecture against the many odds and somehow it didn't make my folks at home very happy in d beginning , I left the chosen path of general engineering … n in the dream field of mine I confronted with people of a different world , there were doctrines and dogmas in this new world and friendship was often dodged by hypocrisy … Though all was not prosaic and mean …

And it needed time to find out the true soul mates…

But I haven't forgot Norah the friend of my yellow times … I wont say it was dark .. or grey … ... yellow is not cheerful but it was a disguise .. a disguise of tawdry friendship that eluded , disguise of evils in form of Samaritans ... and obscurity of my vision towards the future ... towards hope and life spirit…

and here goes the prologue ….http://ingenueifranlein.blogspot.com/

Rigdha Banerjee

Kolkata

India