Finding a kindred soul he opened up: “Years ago, when I lost my child, I couldn’t stay at home. Hitch-hiking, I landed here quite unplanned. One morning, feeling disconsolate, I heard someone playing Shehnai. Slowly my stone-heavy heart melted away. I then immersed myself and got dissolved into it. Now just the sight of this instrument acts as a balm …”
Trotting along the winding by-lanes with my friends in Varanasi, I suddenly strayed from the group. Strain of a morning raga drove me to a hole in the wall. My eyes misting up, I met an American flautist there.
Finding a kindred soul he opened up: “Years ago, when I lost my child, I couldn’t stay at home. Hitch-hiking, I landed here quite unplanned. One morning, feeling disconsolate, I heard someone playing Shehnai. Slowly my stone-heavy heart melted away. I then immersed myself and got dissolved into it. Now just the sight of this instrument acts as a balm …”
Paritosh Chandra Dugar
26/6/2020 06:05:02 pm
Yes. Music works wonder. Your story reminds me of John Dryden's "Alexander's Feast; or the Power of Music." Well done, Swapan.
Swapan k Banerjee
26/6/2020 07:30:26 pm
Thanks very much Paritosh for your inspiring comment.
Sue Clayton
27/6/2020 02:59:37 am
Music can always soothe a troubled soul.
Swapan k Banerjee
27/6/2020 05:14:00 am
You're so perceptive, Sue.
Krystyna
27/6/2020 03:46:15 pm
Beautifully written, Swapan. The power of music is undeniable. Pity the person who cannot hear.
Swapan k Banerjee
27/6/2020 05:27:15 pm
I thank you Krystyna for your heartwarming response. Comments are closed.
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