Poomalaye

It’s not so much a memory of hearing the song on the radio as it is the about the memory of you discussing it with your colleagues that morning after hearing it on the radio. With a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a freshly lit GoldFlake in the other, you and your colleagues, pretty much on the same wavelength, are talking about the layering of voices, the orchestration and the captivating second interlude when you are informed by another colleague that the boss man is coming up the stairs. The conversation will continue on a scooter on the way to a client’s office, but till then, the song is on your lips.