White crows Black butterflies let us start afresh let us repaint life. Why do we write black thoughts in white. Why do we treat which just as a base to etch life. Let us start afresh let us rewrite life. Black stars white Skies, Let us start afresh Let us repaint life.
Rahul Sharma Dares to Repaint life with white!
He sketches a serene picture on the vast expanse of life through his experiments with music. His hands move on the Santoor Like an agile painter’s hand on a blank canvas etching strokes with passion and confidence. Witness him render white through a plethora of musical shades.
By creating unmatchable music sans boundaries on an instrument with 100 strings Rahul Sharma proves that nothing is unachievable son of the celebrated Santoor player Pandit Shiv Kumar Sharma he carries the legacy of being different rather well. His deep understanding of music and exposure to various genres such as popular, New age, high energy trance folk sublime and more along with a sound grounding in Hindustani Classical Music has enabled him to create a mesh of sounds that is unique and spell binding all at once. With psychedelic sounds and textured ambient echoes stitched on the broad canvas of classical music his musical presentation is like an alluring picture that redefines tradition. He extensively travels and explores that marvels of nature and his musical voyages pay tribute to Mother Nature in their own mystically enchanting way. Experience the amalgamation of sounds as creates by this young innovative master and let him sprinkle some specks of mellow white some specks of fiery white and some specks of mystical white on our soul.
White light showered from the skies scatters through the morning haze some of it glints on the dewdrops they become stars on their own.
One of them sparkles in your eyes more stars are born you feel the light you hear the sparkling sounds in your mind white, white
The sparklets dance from one droplet to another as the droplets gather and slide down from the petals to the ground they manage silently to be unheard.
But as the earth cheats them away into its folds as the light rubs against the gravel and shards you can hear the scream… white, white
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