February 23, 2010Posted by on
This week’s cue : Water
Meenu did not need any help to wake up that morning. In fact, she hadn’t even surrendered to the dream that she saw every night for the last two months. She had worked hard, very hard to see this day materialize.
Meenu had lost her mother when she was born. But her father, a clerk at a bank, never made her feel the need of one till that day. Her eyes told him how she wished her mother was alive to see her deliver the violin recital in front of the whole school. He wanted to say so much to her but couldn’t. She wanted to say to her father how much she loved him, but couldn’t.
The curtains opened up to Meenu facing a sea of people in the school auditorium. The most number of people that she had played for was two. Meenu made a mental note of the notes and closed her eyes. She rested her chin against the butt of the fiddle and drew a deep breath.
“For you mom…”she thought.
The moment the bow touched the strings, the audience was awed. Never before they had heard anyone, let alone a ten year old play like that.
“That’s my daughter!” Mr. Sharma sprang up from his seat, watery eyed.
“Such a pity. The girl creates magic but can’t even listen herself playing. ”, said teacher Singh.
In the vote of thanks after the annual function, headmistress Gloria said, “The Helen Keller school for the deaf and dumb is proud to have prodigies like Meenu Sharma on its rolls.”