For the next thirty minutes you play this rich exotic music. Motley listens to it while cooking himself eggs and bacon with toast and hot chocolate for breakfast. Motley finishes his meal and washes up while you play still. Motley gets a couple phone calls, takes a shower and cruises the internet while you play on, that flowing Raga.Later that evening you let the last note float in the air, a golden end to the best ten hours of sitar playing you have ever done! "Could you play that middle part again?", asks Motley. But you cannot play that middle part again, your fingers are all locked up. You sadly leave the house, and the story itself to go to some other happier webpage.