Sometimes, you don’t realize what’s at stake till you’re standing at the edge of the precipice, and you see how far you’ve climbed and what you stand to lose if you fall.

Sometimes, you don’t realize what’s at stake till you’re standing at the edge of the precipice, and you see how far you’ve climbed and what you stand to lose if you fall.
Like a celebration of peacocks, the musicians fanned their colourful chords, spreading them out into the garlanded street in whorls that contorted spines and shuffled gleaming shoes. The bass guitarist was a…