The Concert Memory.

Standing in the ground, waiting for them to come and start their performance.
30 minutes of waiting, 
Getting your foot stepped on

And then you hear the guitar playing your current favorite,

Running towards the moshpit as soon as you heard it.
 
A helluva head banging and watching the mad hatter and dancing to his beats.

That's my first memory of madness.
My memory of my first live concert.
The first time watching SLASH perform.

The love for concerts deepened.
The love for music increased.

They played for 30 minutes
Anastasia, paradise city, sweet child of mine.

And we sang with them.
I was alone there in the moshpit.
My brothers were standing at the back of the crowd.

The energy never left our bodies.
Alcohol and sweat loaded bodies,
But we still jumped.

That's my story to wilderness.
7th November, 2015.
Slash and the conspirators.
Mumbai. :)