Spotify Wrapped
Maybe some songs are meant to be memories.
I was about to get groceries yesterday. Mom had armed me with a huge list of things that I had to go fetch. I was scrolling through the list when I got a distinctive **Ka-Ching** notification. It was from Spotify to check my Spotify Wrapped. I usually have all my notifications switched off from all apps. Trying to be all productive and keep myself off the phone, you see. Yet, Spotify is one I look at often because of the lovely copy their marketers write.
I went through all the stats and was fairly disappointed with my taste. I mean who even listens to over 47 genres. That was me. I opened WhatsApp where a close friend had shared her Spotify Wrapped stats with me. I noticed a song. It was my song. Yet, it wasn't on my "Top Songs" of the year. And it brought some memories with it.
It was a boring Tuesday night. This was roughly an year back. I had a heavy dinner and was heading to sleep. But such is the nature of our monkey brains—to keep us occupied. To think of things that have never happened. To think of things that will never happen. If this isn't you, you are perhaps one of the blessed ones. Be grateful. And here I was, lying on the bed, trying to avoid what this brain was conspiring. I opened Twitter.
Twitter was my comfort zone. My echo chamber. Scroll, scroll, scroll. Something interesting, something boring. It all happens so fast on the platform. And then a post said, "If your man dedicates this song to you, you're lucky". It was a song I had no clue about. In fact, it took me solid 2 minutes to figure out what the song was from the comments of the post. And I did find it on Spotify.
There are songs. They exist. Then there are songs. You know, the ones that you can't stop yourself from sharing. The ones you keep listening to on loop but never get bored. The ones that bring a smile to your face whenever someone mentions it. It's *your* song.
I instantly knew it was one of those. It's safe to say I fell in love with it. Yes, I fell for a song.
I guess when you're young, you just believe there'll be many people with whom you'll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times. ~ Celine, Before Sunrise
It wasn't just a song about love. It was a song about a woman's beauty. From a man's perspective. Men in love are very amusing creatures. If you've had the opportunity to ever talk to a man bewitched by a woman, you'll know what I’m talking about. Men, by nature, aren't such expressive beings. Yet will go into such detail to describe a woman, that you'll find it surprising. Maybe, I was in love too. With a song.
I wanted to share it with her.
It's so odd, isn't it? When you share a song with someone, you share a piece of you. And you also take the risk of forever ruining it for yourself. Tell me, there are songs that you love but avoid because they remind you of a certain someone or a memory. Yeah, the person and song you're thinking of right now. That one.
I was aware of the risk I was taking, and I hit send.
I was in love with a song.
Perhaps some songs are meant to be memories. You look back at them and smile because they come with certain feelings. Feelings that you know you don't feel anymore but are happy to be reminded of. I don't listen to that song anymore. Perhaps, that's why it never made it to my Spotify Wrapped. Maybe the song was supposed to be just that, a memory. Are we really still talking about a song?
My mom comes into my room. Ah right, the grocery list. I head to the bazaar with my earphones on. With a bittersweet smile, I listen to the song that I had hoped would be on my Wrapped. But it never did. And neither did she.
Should I share the song with you? Is it worth the risk?
That’s all for this one, I suppose. I wrote this after a long long while. Hope you liked it. See ya, until the next one. Subscribe, maybe?