Something about flights and travel brings back Coke Studio to me in a big, big way. Every single time.
Did another massive on-repeat listen of my Season 12 favourites all the way to Bombay, thinking fondly of this warm evening we had at home in December. I actually physically hurt with a longing for how much I miss this music-filled, perpetual-food-coma, period in my life from the Goa years that was super-charged on a bonhomie I am yet to experience since then.
Listening tot he entire playlist made me super nostalgic, as usual. Enough to want to check ticket prices to Berlin for another reunion. Hahaha.
PS: Also, I’m running out of descriptive titles for this repetitive Coke-Studio-Love kind of post
One year ago: Glowing within, growing within
Two years ago: What you seek is seeking you
Three years ago: Busy times apparently
