Rhythmic convulsion

I believe music is the language of the soul. Music with words mostly, songs.
If you ponder a minute longer, you'll actually realise there's a song for every situation. A song for when you think its love, a song for when you know it's love and a song for when you want to confess your love. Now, those who are not remotely familiar with bollywood may find the above three scenarios almost the same. That’s only for those who aren’t familiar.
I’d go even a step further and say there's a different song for when you’re confessing you're love, but the sparrow you're singing to, is actually talking about building a nest with someone else, and reality only hits you towards the end of the song.

Then the situation changes, cause now you're in a different territory altogether. Different not unfamiliar, because the songs are now of heart break, of betrayal, songs of ‘..it cuts both ways, you're love is like a knife and it cuts both ways..’ When you get your head around the situation, you realise it’s all about the happiness of the person you love so then you sing again. Songs of ‘mere yaar ki shaadi hai’, ‘it must have been love, but it’s over now’. Songs of love, but your love being handed over to someone else.

It’s amazing how many songs can actually fit into 3 hours of cinema.
Ok so you’ve accepted fate and taken a bow, but wait! while you're nurturing your broken heart, you meet somebody else, whose feathers look more ruffled than yours. So what do you do? You extend the branch of friendship, because like they say ‘dard se bada rishata aur koi nahin hota’ (you don’t watch hindi movies? Then you should’ve left reading this post on para one!)

You can’t just extend the branch out right, cause you don’t want to look desperate. So you sing, songs of friendship, songs of sharing pain, songs of I’ll be there for you. Being a stupid wren is better than desperate.

So you’re friends now. Just friends? While trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together, you bump into your first love, the one who made you feel like you keep bleeding in love… and you're world comes crashing down. There’s a sadness in her eye, the sparkle that you once knew, is missing, you want to sing a song to her..but not just yet.

Amidst all this your recent friend has finally realized that you’re the missing piece that completes her puzzle. She comes looking for you, only to find you standing at cross roads. Now this is getting fun, have we covered a threesome situation before? And you sing…

I believe it’s all about finding your heart song. You sing till you find it.