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Meenu

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.”

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4 responses to “Meenu

  1. Cynthia February 23, 2010 at 11:41 pm

    i will have dis complaint always. Your stories are catchy. And just when i think the best is coming dey get over.. i so want you to increase the length. You write well but i guess u r just in a hurry to finish it.. isn’t it?? 🙂

  2. Sagar February 24, 2010 at 11:59 am

    simple and touching…

  3. Meira February 26, 2010 at 7:53 am

    Wow. she’s a determined girl.

  4. Adi March 15, 2010 at 1:28 pm

    I can imagine that it must have taken a LOT of head-scratching to come p wid this perfect, elegant piece. Needless to say, I love it.

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