So let them call it lonely. I call it free. (Softly, almost whispering) “They ask me – why do you sing when no one is there? I tell them: that’s when I sing the loudest. When the room is empty, my voice finally fits the walls. No one to impress. No one to interrupt. Lon ekak ganna is not sadness. It is a secret conversation between me and the silence. And in that silence… I am never really alone.”
No harmony, no second voice – just my truth, my solitary choice. lon ekak ganna
The song drifts like monsoon rain, unheard by the world, yet shaking every vein. So let them call it lonely