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My dear angels,
 There were two of you attending Sanjay Subrahmanyan's concert at the Narada Gana Sabha and it was a sight for sore eyes. Where you had left your wings I could not imagine.
But there were the two of you, on stage, cherubic, appealing and absolutely lost in the music. You were lost in the melody and sat there without moving. This would have been doubly difficult at an age when you would have been more comfortable running around and playing hide and seek.
Try as I might, I could not see any strict mother keeping an eye on you and I am, therefore, convinced that you dropped straight from heaven to show the rest of us mortals what concert decorum is.
I assume that your age on earth is not more than six and seven if that. But tell me where did you learn to keep time so perfectly? How did you know the talam for Balasubrahmanyam in Surutti? How is it that your hand did not go offbeat? Such was your concentration.
Even orange bomber Jayaraman appeared to be subdued in your presence and made his appearance at a less sensational moment, compared to his earlier avatars during other concerts.
Of course, you being at an elevated plane, you could not influence the lesser mortals in the Hall. Mobiles kept ringing right through and there was a gent in the third row with his face buried in a newspaper.
But I did notice that the usual exodus during the 'tani' was absent. Did you not feel thirsty? I noticed a snoopy bag by your side, with a water bottle that you left untouched.
How is it you did not feel pangs of hunger during the concert, something that adults are unable to overcome? (I unwrapped and ate a chocolate).
You even managed to keep up with the tough talam for the RTP. I must say I did not even attempt it. Anyway, God bless you and I trust that you will be successful in ushering in a revolution in concert etiquette.
With love,
Uncle Sriram
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