Humming in Hindi

People interest me. What’s not to get to know, meanness aside. Today I was in a cab driven by a man who did not appear to be Iowa corn fed. I wanted to know where he was from, but didn’t want to insult. I asked if he lived in SF? No. He wasn’t wearing a turban. So I said, I do. Just where you picked me up. That’s my home. He: Really? Me: Yes, I love it. I’m just buying one thing, can you wait? He did. On the way back he put on Indian music. He tilted the iPad toward the back seat and began singing. I couldn’t follow the words, but sang along to the tune. I wasn’t very accurate. But I learned a little bit of the rhythm.

He was not from Punjab (corrected me on the pronunciation – PunJAB). Now I need to look at the different provinces of India and next occasion I’ll try a new guess. Music makes the world go round. Into your back seat lap.