It was love at first sight for her. She saw him at the college. And immediately fell for the most popular guy in college. But deep down inside, she knew that she had no chance. He has a lot of admirers and she is just one of them. She can never hav...
"Aree haven't you heard Arjun? He proposed the idea of us practicing at his home."
"Oh oh yes definitely you should."
"But wouldn't it be that obvious? What will people think?"
"They will think that you managed to get the attention of the popular guy of the college and now he is calling you home. They will be so jealous of you, you know."
"Eww no you are making it sound so dirty. It's just music practice Shilpa. Not more than that. Or waise bhi, I will keep it very professional."
"Do you know that you are an absolute spoiled sport?"
"Yeah thank you."
I was very nervous about going to his home. We came to a decision that we will have rehearsals at his house 2 days a week that is Thursday and Saturday. And today was the first day. I always wanted something like this but when it really came, I wanted to escape. I couldn't face the situation. I was that nervous. I will be at house. I couldn't believe.
"Ding Dong" the bell rings.
I could hear some footsteps approaching the door. The door opens and I see a women, in her mid forties, black hair with some grey parts, beautiful hazel eyes, standing in front of me holding the door.
"You are?" The lady asks.
" Oh uhm Hi I am umm I am Dhara. DHARA Biswas. I have come here to meet Arjun for the fest rehearsals. I am so sorry to bother you. I can go right now. It's not a problem."
"Oh wait! Don't be nervous. I am Arjun's mother, Shreya. Come on in. Arjun might be upstair, at his music room."
"He has a music room? Omg I said it loud I am so sorry."
"Yess he has one. He is very passionate about music you know." She laughs.
"You can go upstairs child. He might be waiting."
"Okay thank you so much."
She gives me a smile and walks away.
As I start to climb the stairs, my heart started to beat really fast. With each and every step, the pounding increased.
Finally I approached the door of his music room. I thought for a minute. I still had an opportunity to run away. But I stood there.
I knocked, three times. In a certain beat.
From the other side someone approached the door and opened the lock. The door opened and-
" You are here! Come in."
"Hey."
"So... You were hesitant right?"
"Wha-no not at all. I wa- no I was not hesitant. Who told you that?"
"My mum you know. She texted me from the kitchen that there's a girl who is hella nervous and I should behave nicely to her."
"Oh uhmmmm..."
"Never mind, should we start?"
"Yea- YEAH of course."
We sit on the floor, covered with a maroon matt. He brings the tanpura box and his guitar.
"Do you have a real tanpura?"
"Yes I have. But thought that the box would be handy."
"Bring the real one. I will play. Will not get the essence of classical if we aren't playing it raw."
"As per you wish miss."
Did he just call me miss?
He brings the giant tanpura and I place it in a position so that I can play it.
We start practicing. We practice the notes. The sargams. Aalaps. The songs. And then when we enter to the Bollywood part, he starts to play his guitar. I was mesmerized. I have seen many people play guitar before. I myself play it well. But when I saw him. It felt like the particular instrument was made for him. He owns it. It sounds magical when he plays. He is blessed to have that talent and he had embraced it so well.
I was so lost in the music of the guitar that I missed my entry, my part of the song. I forget to sing.
He stops and laughs.
"I am so sorry I mean I was so lost in the guitar that I forgot-"
"Do you know how to play?"
"I know the basics. I learned Guitar once but then I had to discontinue because of academic pressure."
" Can you play the chords? Of this particular song?"
"I may not know some of the chord progressions."
"It's fine I will guide you. It will be fun."
I take the guitar from him. I could feel the warmth of his hands on it. It felt nice.
"Okay so start with G major. Then shift to B minor okay?"
I try. But my fingers either kept slipping from the strings or I was not landing on the right strings while changing.
"It's not happening!"
"Wait let me help you."
He gets up. Then sits behind me. And then suddenly his hands came into my hands from the back. They held my arms and positioned them correctly so that I hold the guitar good. Then he went to my fingers. I could feel his fingers on mine. He placed my fingers on the strings to create the right chord. And his other hand held my other hand which I was using to strum.
I was not expecting this so when this happened, I completely froze. He was behind me so he couldn't see my face. If he had, he would have that thought that I was constipated.
"Okay so we have the chords held right. Now I am showing you the strumming."
"Oookay"
He uses my hand to strum. I could feel him. All this while he was explaining me how to play and all such stuff but I didn't listen. I was lost in him.
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"...and that's how you hold that string that your 4th finger. Did you understand?"
"Uhm uhhh yeah yeah. I understand every bit."
"Cool. Then should we call it a day today?"
"Okay see you tomorrow. Same time?"
"Yeah don't be late. And don't be nervous."
"Okay"
I almost run out. I saw Mrs sahani but I could stop and see goodbye to her. Maybe she was holding a tray having coffee and snacks. I don't really remember.
I came out and sighed very hard. And then I went to shilpa's house.
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