That Lump in my Throat
I like that lump in my throat. A fleeting word or a sound or a memory that brings that lump in my throat. I have grown with the joy of conjuring up the magic of a phrase, a poem, a melody, a touch - that is my super power. Close my eyes, and there you have it - Brahms’ second. You are walking in the evening, a bit of Gulzar. You catch a strangers eyes and there you go, a glimmer of memories of someone you left behind....