How strange..

.. while I can multitask with great fervour, to the limit my xx chromosomes will allow, I can't seem to write and sing at the same time! Not to be confused with humming along or unconsicous lip synching to a silly song or even an active playback rendition to a shopping list. Actually, I err. I can write and sing (I think...), I can't think and sing at the same time. Where the lyrics and melody matter, my brain seems to be capable only of focusing on the magic that it weaves around you, cocooning you in it's sensual imagery and passionate sentiment. I also think (shall embark on gathering empirical evidence in due course), that this only happens when the lyrics are in Urdu and Hindi. Such exquisitely evocative and beautiful language, that choice is a mere illusion. There is none, but for it to drench you with it's mellifluous cadence, any inattention inexorable reined in by its alluring charm. How magical is that - to be able to have such moments of pure, unadulterated joy?