No matter what I hear, I always find my solace in Tagore. My heart overflows in inexplicable joy when it’s Rabindrasangeet, my soul surrenders itself to the overwhelming influence of a power beyond my limited comprehension, my insignificant life offers itself to the prospects of becoming one with the eternity. No wish, no sorrow, no regret left… the irresistible lure of a void that’s complete in itself.
Tagore
Nearly Poetry 