Today I sat down with my dad to play the tabla after a very long time. He played, I listened. I learnt, I played. Rythm is fascinating. It has a way of creeping into your head till you're full of it. Theres no end to rythm. It doesnt take long to sink into the beats till the cycle of 16 surges through your nerves, your blood, your fingers in a frenzy with its striking but beautiful mathematical precision. You are oblivious to everything around. Rythm swirls around you like its all that ever existed.
Rythms and sounds are inspired by nature. Not just that, if you look around you, you will find rythms, patterns, cycles everyhere. I guess that's why they call mathematics the language of nature.
I think it would be nice to play more often.