I arrive in June from Pune via South Africa, broke and in a troubled relationship. Iâve got my room back in Shastroâs house and am given a little box room off the garage to use as a studio. Anugama loans me an eight track recorder and a funny little drum machine which displays âbummer dudeâ whenever I make one of my frequent blunders in using it. I stuff the room with borrowed instruments, most of which Iâve never played before – Celtic harp, santoor, bass, keyboards – as well as my trusty sarod and embark on what I plan to be a follow up to the previous yearâs âCeltic Ragasâ album.