A Dream, A Melody:
The G, D, A, E white naturals, of a typical Piano, when played along with the similar corresponding strings of a violin, it makes a perfect tune.
And so, Piano is made to Tune into Violin.
Not very often the instruments will be tuned to perfection, and every combination does not essentially result in a great symphony. But then, if it isn't for the multiple permutations of rhythms, a complete harmony wouldn't be developed.
Life, as such, isn't symmetric in any given shape.
People, as such are never identical in any given space.
Dreams, as such are not limited.
And love, as such isn't defined or preached.
"Opposites don't have to be attracted always,
Compatibility might not be perfect always,
A bit of that, and a bit of this, can even make a perfect blend,
Just that you will have to Tune into me,
And I will have to Tune into you..."
**
"Arnav..."
The little girl ran across the long grass roof, her small feet covered in her pink shoes thumping lightly into the dampness of the green grass, causing the water droplets to sprinkle on her shoes, as the boy ahead of her ran around using all his little gathered up energy.
"Arnav give it back!" Khushi wailed, in her small sweetened voice, as she finally reached Arnav, holding him by his shirt with her petite hands, her little fists starting to punch him vigorously.
"Stop, stop it mad girl"
"No, give my notes back, that's my book!"
"This is my book!" Arnav argued showing her the small notebook he had been carrying in his hand, causing Khushi to pout again. The next moment she knew, little tears of distress filled in her eyes and she continued to punch little Arnav in his back.
Arnav on the other hand, stopped taking the blows from her and instead, worked on his defensive instincts, catching hold of her little plaits, causing Khushi to increase the pitch of her crying, yet never giving up her own quarrel, as the kids set into their usual battle.
"That's my book!"
"----No, it's mine"
"You are a liar!"
"---No, you are a liar!"
"I made that notes!"
"----Book is mine, so I made the notes Khushi!"
"Whoa, whoa, what's going on, you two?" they heard the familiar, soothing voice causing them to abruptly stop their little battle and shift their attention to the foreign voice.
Catherine Gupta, a Scottish woman with an Indian origin who was in her mid-thirties looked down at the two six year olds, her dark orbs never failing to emit warmth, and just as her gaze captured Khushi's tortured face, she frowned.
"Aw, baby, what happened?"
"Mama, he stole my Notebook, the one you gave me.." Khushi all but jumped into her mother's arms, hiding her moist face inside the saree of the elder person.
"She is lying Aunt Cathy, this is the one you gave me..." Catherine looked down at the kid, who was holding her hand with pleading eyes, even as her other hand continued to caress Khushi's messy bangs.
"Alright let me see it?" she said, extending her palm to him.
Arnav handed her the wooden dark colored Note-Book and Catherine placed khushi on the ground beside Arnav as she opened the book to study the hand writing inside the book. Just as she opened the hard cover and turned the empty first leaf, she instantly knew who was the one lying. But then, she knew better than to voice out her knowledge. Arnav was as much as her own child as Khushi, and being well aware of the wrath these two kids have for each other, she is going to leave no opportunity of making amendments.
She smiled reading the scribbled musical notes, the sheet music in kid's hand-writing and tried to formulate a tune out of it, although the notes seemed improper. As the kids looked on, expectantly, she hummed a tune, bringing in her instincts and they beamed with sudden enthusiasm.
"You like it Mama?" Khushi asked, her eyes filling her face with excitement.
"Ahaa.." she answered, smiling back at her daughter.
"But I wrote that tune..." Arnav retorted and Catherine's smile grew wider. "Okay, come with me you two..." she said and lead them inside the adjoining room, in which was a grand piano adoring the base of a beautiful foyer that lead downstairs into what seemed like a bigger bungalow.
"Now, try singing this Khushi. You remember the lesson we learnt yesterday, right?" Catherine handed the small girl the notebook, while Khushi took it with enthusiasm and tried reading the scribbled accolades and clefs.
"But Mama, I can't make a tune out of this..." Khushi pouted.
Catherine smiled again taking the notebook from her hands and placing it over the small book holder of the grand-piano. Placing her slender fingers over the naturals and sharps, closing her eyes, Catherine tried to play a tune formulating with the notes that Khushi made.
"Wow!"
"That's cool Aunty!"
The children beamed up at her causing her to look down at them thoughtfully. "Do you want to learn this song?"
"Yes!" "Yes!"
"But this doesn't not belong to either of you. Only if you tune it together, you can learn it"
The battle between them was long forgotten and in its place was the excitement to learn something new. And so, the kids nodded in agreement, jumping to settle on either side of Catherine taking their own small stools, as Catherine, continued to play the new tune, teaching them and singing the non-linguistic vocals assembling into the tune, as their combined sugary voice filled in the room enhancing the cheerfulness as a whole.
**
Twenty Years Later.
You...
Seem like a star...
Two petals of lips reached the electronic microphone, her long slender fingers gripping the stand, a soft sweet melody coming out of her voice in a complete voice proof surroundings, her eye-brows drawing together a little, as she seemed to be struggling to get a right tune.
And I have been in the dark...
Something wasn't right. She wasn't getting the words to fit into the tune properly, or rather the words in her mind, didn't flow into a right tune.
You...
Seem like a star...
And I have been in the dark...
She heard a sudden velvety voice from behind, her lone moment completely distracted, as she flipped her head in a swift moment to meet her almond eyes with that of those mysterious brown eyes the dark skies in them teasing her with a glint of smile.
Don't shine at me, from far away...
He continued to sing, meeting her confused gaze, but all she could see was just those teasing eyes, a blue rubber accessory at his wrist, that held another microphone and his entire posture was veiled by a shadowed vision.
Come finding me, coz you seem like my destiny...
"Stop!" she found herself say, but his soothing voice, her words perfectly syncing with his tune, a tune they have learnt long ago, a tune that never took the form of words, a tune long due to become a symphony and a tune somehow perfectly blending with her words, continued to fill her ears, as he played with it through his melody, the entire harmony, amusing as well as annoying her all at the same time.
You...
Seem like a star...
And I have been in the dark...
Don't shine at me, from far away...
Come finding me, coz you seem like my destiny...
While I want to be a violin...
Baby, come be my bow and allow me to Tune Into You...
"Stop!"
Khushi sat up straight on her bed, her eyes trying to adjust with the sudden illumination around her, the sun peeping from the long window as her face took the color of the glowing sun, and her vision blurred to process her surroundings as usual. Her hand reached out to the bed-side table as her fingers fetched the frameless spectacles making them to reside over her nose, as she finally processed her surroundings.
"Bloody dream again!" she groaned, pushing herself off the bed, throwing the covers aside, as she walked to stand at the window, greeting the sunny view outside.
"Violin and bow? Geez!!" she made a face, rolling her eyes erasing the images and words of the vague dream off her mind.
Miles and places away from her, her morning turning into his afternoon, Arnav shuffled inside his duvet that covered not more than his legs, as he lay flat on his stomach, his toned abs and muscular arms, thrown across the luxury bed in all directions, while his phone continued to buzz on his bed side table. As the vibrating fizz continued to irritate his sleepy head, he reached his hand to fetch the phone lazily and pressed it to his ear, his voice cutting the caller off, even before the person could speak.
"What?"
"Bhai, the recording..."
"What time is it?"
"Its past afternoon Bhai and the appointment was at 10 am..."
"Alright, I'll be there by evening..."
"But Bhai..."
Arnav have already disconnected the phone, throwing the touch piece across his bed, as he finally brought his limbs together to push himself into a sitting position. Just as his feet touched the ground, his hand already reached out to the glass tumbler nearby, as he pulled one long swig of the remaining alcohol. He stole a glance behind his shoulder, as an evil smug made its way on his face and then he let his fingers loosen the grip of the tumbler. The glass shattered on the floor, the crackling sound echoed in the otherwise silent room and just as he expected he felt the squirm and heard the gasp, beside him.
"Time to get out of my bed baby"
He smirked again, the playful eyes rolled in his face, as he walked away from his another one-night-stand, into the adjoining washroom.
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