24/09/2026
Sitting at the airport, coffee in hand, reading while the world around me rushed, scrolled and waited.
And then I heard humming.
I looked up to see an older lady in a beautiful embroidered saree, grey hair neatly tied in a bun, simply gazing into the distance and humming to herself.
She reminded me of my grandmother.
And suddenly that little sound carried me through years of memories. Humming from childhood, while my brother was being put to sleep, on walks to college, Amma practising her Carnatic songs before class, even strangers humming unknowingly through their headphones.
It made me wonder if this was our version of scrolling back then.
Sitting. Gazing. Humming. Just being.
Funny how a stranger simply being herself can bring more comfort than any gadget ever could.
Holding my coffee, and the warmth of that sound.
Here’s to a little more humming and a little less scrolling