In a dimly lit room, he sat down and took a deep breath. His face showed a little restlessness but as soon as he placed his fingers on his keyboard that vanished and got replaced by determination. Determination for perfection! She stood there and watched the change in his features. The moment his deft fingers started pressing the black and white keys, music started flowing all around her. The music started caressing her softly. She kept gazing at his face as he kept skillfully playing his musical instrument. A new person joined the musical with a flute. The sound from flute and keyboard together seemed like two friends talking merrily.Slowly and steadily more and more instruments joined in the musical. Sitar, tabla, sarangi, flute, percussion and many more. He arranged the composition in such a way that the timing of entry of each and every instrument was precise. Each instrument was played so efficiently by the musicians that she was losing herself within the music more and more with each passing second. She felt like her heartbeat and music beats were syncing. The blend was created in such a careful manner that it turned music into magic. The beats made her dance on the music, or should I say magic! There, in the middle, he sat completely unaware of worldly tensions and playing his keyboard with agile movements. He was the mastermind, the virtuoso, and in her case, he was the magician. He arranged and composed such a composition which no one can beat. As the end approached, her heartbeat turned a notch higher because she realized that the magic was coming to its end. She didn’t want it to end. She wanted to stay lost in the masterpiece he composed. As the masterpiece ended, her eyes sparkled with admiration. Intrigued by the sheer perfection of his work, she reached out to touch his cheek gently. He looked up and their gaze met. But as soon as her hand touched his face, he started fading just like everybody around her. She looked around her and saw light filling in the room.
Shaking her head, she smiled. She removed the earphones and closed the tab on her browser. She stood from her position in front of the computer and reached towards her window. Looking out of the window, she remembered how much the music affected her.
His determination for perfection made her feel the music.
B.N. : Hello my lovely reader ❤
this post is a dedication to The Indian Jam Project & Tushar Lall, who is the brains behind arranging and composing the Indianised adaptations, often by bombing them with his own compositions. 🌟
The featured picture is of Tushar Lall ( the mastermind whom I described in my post)
and here is a link to the video which inspired me to write this post!
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