I have often wondered what I would say if I were asked about you. How I would be able to express in words what you mean to me? Would I speak about the time when I first heard your voice telling me a story? Or would I remember those innumerable moments when I have lifted my glass to celebrate your voice. Or those times, when in a dimly lit room, overflowing with your voice, I have had the strangest of realizations, moments of epiphany if you will. Or those lonely nights, when you have inspired me to write. Music, poetry. Or just an amalgamation of thoughts.

I would be at a loss for words. Or rather, mere language would not be able to describe what your music means to me. Over the years, I have grown up with you. Laughed and cried with you. Gotten high on you. You have been there through the thick. And the thin.

For being with me over the past four years. For giving me the pleasure of listening to you live tonight.

If, by the slimmest of chances, you happen to read this, thank you Shahana di. Thank you so very much.