How it all Began
They say babies hear sounds even when they are in their mother's womb. For me that is when the journey must have started. My mother always made sure I listened to 'good' music - there was such a profusion of it at home. Our record player was hardly ever switched off! Even when it was switched off, the radio would take over. Those were the days of 78 rpm records and medium wave radio. (How different life would have been without them!) There were also of course the music sessions that began whenever friends or relatives came over or when my mother felt like singing - which was pretty regularly especially when Dad wasn't in town. Over the years I have come to the conclusion that if you get something without having to work too hard for it, you take it all for granted. It's only when it isn't there, that you miss it! (For me that happened when I moved out.) A century back, thanks to good old male chauvinistic society, a woman's life was pretty much overridden b...