Again, a combination of pictures. I bet you can imagine how eager I was to get into the picture.
And no, I was not posing. I was really playing. It was actually raining heavily that afternoon when I played. It was the war (or perhaps, the unification) of three rhythms - thunder, drums and heart. It wasn't much. But I was happy to play. Wished mom was here to listen to me. Right now, I'm just a lone drummer in a lonely corner ; I'd never know how to tell people to spare a thought for the lonely drummer pounding her beat. All I can do is play, and because there's no one with me, I never know how well I'm doing. All I can do is drum on...
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