Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

(Robert Frost)

Friday evening. Means quiet self time with music. A few hours of Nazrulgeeti and playing on the tabla. A particular lyric rendered by Dr. Debipriya Das is stuck in mind – “Ondhokarey esechhilam, Thhaktey aandhar jai chole // Khonik bhalo besechhilam, Chirokaaler nai holey”

Two hours of playing the tabla (Indian drums) with Bihu songs. These are songs popular in Assam (northeast India) – usually sung this time of the year (spring). My sister used to excel in this style – 30 years back. Last time I accompanied her on the tabla was 20 years back. How I wish she was here thus evening instead of half a world away….