This is a part of 'project 110, going back and re-filling', writing is happening 8ish months after the date.
On some weeks I totally binge out on listening to sitar music and qawwali, and for a moment or so consider seriously taking sitar classes to learn to play the instrument. Then the reminder that the music implement would occupy all of my urban apartment's living room pops up and the desire is restrained. But man, the music is so deep, and I didn't even grow up listening to this, but I get the feels, for real, and it's so good. I wish I listened to music more consistently, instead of what I do, which is once every couple of weeks.
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