Inner Sounds (February 5, 2026)

Maybe I’m just seeing things that aren’t there. Or maybe I’ve glimpsed something real. For nearly a week now, “Shani’s Nine” has consumed me—the latest piece for my “90 Gandharvas” collection. Like the others, it began as whispers from within. The melody reveals itself in fragments: a phrase here, a rhythm there, sometimes merely the emotional residue it should eventually carry. These fragments surface in the liminal spaces—just before sleep claims me, or in those strange half-dreams that aren’t quite dreams at all. They exist in that hazy territory between lucidity and sleeplessness. The melody becomes a specter, following me…