Slowly....the song of the flute came renting in the air....
I, seem to sway to its flow like a maenad frenzied and madhosh..but lo,
it stopped...........leaving me in ....???
Yes,Music has such effect in me that it dwarfs everything else in my life.I become a fluid or perhaps a nag and let myself
sway and flow with it.What else do I amuse myself with? A simple clerk , steeped in penury , my dreary living an accepted fact...I, live with my wall lizard for company here....many a times ,I do long for some tender touch..the touch of conch-shelled hands on my forehead...
So often when the flute music comes drifting into my room I close my eyes and try to forget my dreary existence.........It makes me feel like an emperor sitting in his durbar......
" I come to you without me
you come to me without you."
It went on like this for quite some time..however,.the sudden abrupt ending tortured me .....who was the player? It seems to call out to me....or was it just a fanciful imagination? why did it stop when it reached a crescendo?
So, one night, one cold bleary night...IT STARTED....the oh ! so spirited song....renting the air to reach me. The flute music sounded so beautiful tonight....enchanting notes complementing the rain-washed night outside...
" Come , come to me without you
Self is the thorn...
In the sole of the soul
Come merge with me."
I started moving towards the song ....walking with a pulsating heart, crushing the slushy dirt beneath, I, stood near a house , the strains of the flute stronger and louder now....But I always thought it to be a deserted one?
It was cold and damp inside..the wooden stairs creaked as I climbed...I groped for a hold ...it was too eerie inside. yet I went on....sweat dripped steps...an unknown fear as I slowly proceeded towards the strains...WHO WAS IT?
"Come, come ,come to me without you
as I come to you without me"
I, reached the third floor.....the flute music stopped....I don't remember if I, gave out a shrill cry or was it the banshee who was wailing.....it was eerie all around...the silence seems to grip me from all around....
Like a sightless man ,my hands reached out to the rusty lock that hung on the door, as I ,slumped on the floor ...A SENSELESS HEAP!!!!!!
