With certain fingers, a Sarod is more than an instrument and music is more than music. Longing is more than what you thought it was. When Ustad Amjad Aali Khan sits with his sarod and his fingers move along its strings, the sarod sobs, weeps, cries, wails, grumbles, groans, murmurs, smiles, laughs, giggles, yells and sighs. And in the ceaseless ascent and descent of all possible human emotions to its noblest fullness, it just leaves you in tears. As your soul is in a state of elatedness and tranquility. Music is the only language that doesn’t need a translator.