– Krishna J. Nair, II B.A. English
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Your words brushed past my ears as background music for an old movie that was playing on TV while I was half asleep on the floor on a cold December night. I woke up the next morning with an irresistible tune stuck in my head and I hummed it all day till I slapped myself into stopping it. Then began the pursuit of finding that song, finding your voice and in the end, finding you.
There are times when I cuddle under a blanket with your voice loud in the speakers, repeating the words to your song ‘Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright’. In your words, I found the teacher I was looking for. In your words, I found the comfort and lessons that I was looking for all through my school days but ended up learning things that did not matter; things that I do not remember anymore.
On nights when I feel helpless, it’s your music I turn to, not a textbook. When I feel like dancing, I feel my hand scrolling down the playlist and playing ‘It Ain’t Me, Babe’ and ‘Like a Rolling Stone.’ They are music not meant for a meaningless dance, but for a heartfelt one to serenade. But then again, I don’t think twice because I have learnt now that it is alright.
Of all the things I wish for, I wish that you be a good ol’ grandpa for my already old soul so that we can sit by a fireplace with me on a Saturday night, listening to you strumming a guitar and singing ‘Blowin’ In the Wind.’ You could teach me a thing or two about life and life on the road, and I could teach you a thing or two about how I feel when I listen to your music. Like a grandpa granddaughter duo, we could visit places that wish to be discovered, write some music and return back home quietly without no one noticing. You might be the greatest musician and poet in my lifetime and though there are times I wish I was born a decade back where good music lived lively, I am glad that I exist in a period where the name Bob Dylan is acknowledged and loved. And it’s you Bob, who taught me to love little things and little moments in life, like how you loved Suze Rotolo even after knowing that it’ll be short-lived. May you live longer than the moments that you and I rejoice, and may your music live longer. Maybe, in my next life, when I am walking down ‘Positively’ on ‘4th Street’, I’ll remember your name and your music.
For Bob Dylan.
A good ol’ soul.