Interpreting the World

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The Piano #FridayFotoFiction



The unearthly music echoed around.
“She’s playing the piano again!” breathed Namita, rapturously.
  A proficient piano player, Ujwala had performed across the country. However, after her beloved husband passed away, she had locked away the piano along with the love in her heart.
“Ujwala, we long to hear you play again,” pleaded her friends. She had shaken her head.
Two years flew by, but no music had echoed in the cottage. Till today.
Ujwala welcomed the group in, as the music played on.
“Who is the magical artiste?” asked Namita, surprised.
“How well she interprets the world through her music!” added Annie.
Ujwala led them in. They gazed at the delicate girl whose long fingers tripped across the keys.
“Naina!” called Ujwala softly.
The music ceased; the girl turned, smiling.
“How well you play!” Annie suddenly stopped. Shocked, they gazed at Naina’s beautiful but sightless eyes.


The Piano #FridayFotoFiction

Comments

  1. Deliciously Alive9/01/2017 02:32:00 PM

    This is a beautiful tale, Deepti. When God takes away one of the senses, he becomes generous with the others. Naina is proof of that.
    Thank you for writing for #FridayFotoFiction

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  2. Unknown9/01/2017 09:42:00 PM

    Poetic end to the musical tale! Was moved by the last line! What a twist!
    - Anagha From Team MocktailMommies
    http://mocktailmommies.blogspot.in/2017/08/the-reformed-symphony.html

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    1. deepti menon9/13/2017 07:14:00 PM

      Thank you so much, Anagha, for that wonderful comment. I am honoured!

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  3. Deepali Adhikary9/03/2017 10:08:00 PM

    Beautiful irony I guess!

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    1. deepti menon9/13/2017 07:14:00 PM

      Yes, indeed, Deepali! Isn't that what life is sometimes?

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  4. Neha Tambe9/04/2017 03:06:00 PM

    Ironic yet beautiful. Music can transcend mental and physical boundaries and you have showcased that so well.

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    1. deepti menon9/13/2017 07:14:00 PM

      Neha, thank you ever so much! I am honoured!

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  5. centime11/28/2017 02:18:00 PM

    I felt like I was in the room. Thanks for the beautiful piece.

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