Somewhere deep down, you still believe you could’ve been a singer. Not professionally, maybe. But casually. Comfortably. Almost famously. You remember that one time in school when you sang at the farewell and everyone clapped for too long. Or that family function where your aunt cried when you sang "Luka Chuppi." And you thought — maybe this is it.

Even now, when you're doing the dishes or stuck in traffic, your mind drifts. The song comes on, and the pitch-perfect version of you takes over. There's no audience, just you and your invisible mic. But in that moment, you hit every note like it’s your stage.

You may not be on stage, but in your head, you’re already three encores deep...!

Music is funny like that. It doesn’t just play around us—it plays us. It turns a boring kitchen into a concert, a shower into a rehearsal studio, a solo drive into a live unplugged session. You close your eyes during your favorite line like it’s being recorded. You even imagine who would play you in the biopic about your secret singing life. (Definitely not someone off-pitch.)

And let's not lie—we judge real singers too. "She didn’t hit that note." "That version was better in the 90s." "Why did they autotune this much?" As if we were there in the studio with headphones on, giving feedback.

Sometimes, music also becomes a small rebellion. Everyone in the house is stressed, but you suddenly burst into a song while chopping onions. Everyone rolls their eyes. You don’t care. You just needed the energy shift. You just needed that song.

There’s power in knowing all the lyrics, in catching the key change, in doing the "aaaaa-aa" perfectly in the antara. Even if no one hears it but your walls. Especially then.

 

No, you may not be a trained playback singer. But you are someone whose soul rearranges itself a little every time the right song plays. And you’ve been rehearsing for your imaginary reality show audition since 2002.

So next time you sing in your head—or out loud—don’t stop halfway through thinking someone’s listening. Maybe they are. And maybe they’re quietly thinking, yaar, she actually sings really well.