I could sell my soul for a voice like that, the kind that the kid by the name Tobden has. Its soothing, its smoothing and it roots out all kinds of emotions in a person. Everytime I listen to his song Tam Tshisum, my heart runs and somersaults, laughs and weeps while curling my back in melancholy. Honestly, I can play it ten times in one go and fall till the edge-of-abyss in love with the voice. But then I have always loved music, having forgiven God for forsaking me from the pomp of possessing one such talent.