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CHAPTER 15: I TRUST YOU

                     Taani's POV

Re- I am deaf, Taani.

What!!

I don't know how to react this. He is deaf. He can't hear. How is that possible? I mean, he sings so well, he do all the other activities which normal people do. How can he? If he is really deaf, then what's all this when he teaches me. Did that was nothing but all lie? He really didn't hear whenever I sing. But he praises me all the time. He encourages me. What was that? He's been living his life like this, without hearing. Damn, he can't even hear his own voice. He composed songs, he sings them so well, how can he pick the perfect rhythm, God! I'm going crazy if he didn't elaborate me anything.

Re- I know you have a lot of questions in your mind and let me clear everything now. Well, I am not like this from the beginning. Actually it happened 12 years ago when I was nine years old. I— met with an accident and that accident took my sense of hearing. It was v-v very difficult period of my life. I was in trauma. My passion for singing slowly faded away. I decided that I will never be able to sing again because I couldn't hear, but my father helps me alot in this, he encourages me. In the beginning whenever I spoke, I saw everyone literally cover their ears, I realize that just because I couldn't hear my own voice I spoke too loud. So, I stopped talking because I didn't know that how would my voice sounded. I was frustrated I even stopped going to school— all the children mocked me, bullied me. It— it was so hard to live like that. Everything became mute. Then gradually with dad and Swayam's support, I started getting normal, coming back to life. But I stopped going to school, so dad, hired teacher for me who trained a—special children's like me. I sometimes felt useless, but all thanks to my dear dad. He really supported me through thick and thin. He had a business but whenever I need something or wants to see him, he immediately comes to me, leaving all his work behind.

I listen to him attentively. I didn't realize that my eyes are teary, how hard it was for him to live almost his life like this, where you can't hear anything, you can't hear music. I exhale shakily. I see him smiling at me, there is no hint of sadness in his eyes, he looks so— peaceful. I wipe my tears.

Ta- Then, h-how did you get that I wasn't r-ready to s-sing?

He smiles. He comes close to me, my steps are still glued onto the exact spot, not moving at all.

Re- Because I can feel— music, Taani. Here—

He bring my hand close to his chest where his heart is. First time touching him this way, doing something to me. I suddenly feel butterflies in my stomach. My breaths become heavy. How can he look so calm, where I am having such a hard time? Shit!

Re- I feel music from here. I listen to my heart, Taani. Your heart never lies to you. I can't hear anything, it is all quite around me, so whenever I play music, or sing, I directly feels it. When my fingers play the guitar, I feel it, if I did wrong, I stopped. It's just like it. Same goes with others. When I saw you the other day having problem while singing, I understand it quickly, and when I teach you, I look at you with all my attention, I feel every time you sing, my whole concentration was on your face features, and you had face some problems, but I knew it that you will do it, and when I told you that you are all set to perform, I was hundred percent sure on my side because I saw you singing so— smoothly. You didn't face any problem, and most important you were calm, and a beautiful smile always appear on your face after you end the session.

I Look at him in awe. I didn't knew that he was so focused in those sessions that after being deaf, he still give me so much attention just because I wanted to get better, and I thought music is only my passion, but now I feel like that my craze for music is nothing compared to his.