She stood stiff, with her neck buried into her piano, just the way a cow grazes the grass. She believed this way, she can bring her mind closer to the task and concentrate fully. Her fingers moved like undersized waves that ebb and flow recklessly into a sea. The black and white keys, the notes and half-notes blow some syncopated music that she could dance to. She so wanted to! But she concentrated to get the Malkaush Raag right. Some music begins to flow into the room like maple leaves fall in Ontario- soft, and bronze red. “Guru ji says this music releases some sort of nourishing energy”- she chuckled without looking up at him. “Nourishing energy? Umm… like some soul stirring?”- he enquired. “Soul-stirring. Yes. This raag is believed to have been created by Goddess Parvati to sooth Shiva when He was outraged and would not calm down...after Tandav...and…” She resumed her attention on the Arohana notes. She just slipped her hand from Komal Ga to Shuddh Pa. "Pa is complet