On one end of the block came the sound of mashed cymbals and dad-rock vocals. The other: the ticky-tap of an old-timey group. On a perfect summery Saturday afternoon, no one needed any excuse to ...

A double reed harmonium was at the centre, with several pairs of burnished brass cymbals to make the clashing sound for rhythm. He emerged from the puja room smelling of a combo of camphor ...

Now is the time. I think I read somewhere that "if I speak without love, I am no more than a gong booming or a cymbal clashing." And I think that aptly describes what's been coming out of ...