My Music: Where the Finite Touches the Infinite
Lalit Shastri I did not come to music to perform. I came to it to listen. The music was always there—somewhere deep within me, waiting patiently. I learned the guitar not to create sound, but to let that sound flow, to give it a passage into the world. The instrument became a conduit, not a tool—a way for what already existed inside me to find air, space, and silence. When I play, I am not chasing perfection or applause. I am seeking communion. Music, for me, is a form of prayer—an intimate conversation with the omnipresent source of everything that is finite and infinite. In those moments, I feel less like a composer and more like a witness, allowing something larger than myself to reveal itself through simple notes and unhurried rhythms. I believe music happens at the meeting point of limitation and boundlessness: finite hands touching an infinite flow. The pauses matter as much as the notes. Silence is not absence—it is presence. What I play emerges from that awareness, from s...