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I have a very, very big obsession with music, and it's not going away anytime soon. I seldom find myself losing interest in things. I may find new things I love, but that doesn't mean I don't love the previous things anymore.

I think my favourite thing about music is how you can listen to it while doing anything else. Reading books, watching youtube videos, movies, or a series, and drawing are things that need you to  dedicate all your attention to them. You can  listen to music while doing all of these things, and only listen to it too.

To say I have a diverse music taste would be an understatement. My current spotify playlists are Sahajayoga, Indian Classical, Cool Music, Slow Stuff, Fast Stuff, Rap, Hindi,  Japanese, Kpop Girl Group, and Old Songs. I am listening to lofi as I write this post.

Needless to say, I was delighted when I got two sets of earphones on my birthday. The cheaper one having a better sound, ironically.

I am known to get super quiet as soon as I sit in the car. I instantly start looking outside and start daydreaming.  My parents even sometimes needed to check if I had fallen asleep. Now-a-days, They get to know I am awake by the songs I play. I love playing music in the car. It has a very good music system.

Some of my favourite artists include BTS, Anoushka Shankar, Pentatonix, Sonu Nigam, and Aaro. The last one are very underrated.Their spotify account.

Favourite soundtracks include Inside Out, Bahubali series, Spiderverse, and 3 Idiots.


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