There are moments in life that don’t seem significant at first. Like pressing play on a song. Just a simple action. No expectations. And then the music starts, and everything shifts. That’s what happened the first time I heard Desi Thoughts by A.R. Rahman. It was years ago, during Million Dollar Arm . The scene was unfolding, but I wasn’t really watching. I was feeling. Because the music wasn’t just background—it was speaking. Without words, without force. Just slipping into the spaces inside me that I hadn’t noticed were empty. I forgot about it for a while. Then one day, I watched Prasanna’s Berklee performance of it, and it was like the universe whispered, Remember? And suddenly, I did. That melody, those rhythms, the way the track breathes between past and future, tradition and innovation. It’s not just a song—it’s a landscape. A journey. A feeling you can’t quite name but never want to lose. There’s something about Rahman’s music that makes time feel irrelevant. He layers sound ...
Three Minds, Infinite Ideas.