In the conscious state of mind, Mannu was unable to crystallise between
dream and reality. A noise troubled him for the last several minutes, but
somehow he managed to close his eyelids. After moments it became unbearable.
Someone was at the door.
“Knock, knock, knocking on heaven’s door...” Mannu heard a
voice from the other side of the door and he was sure it was Nitesh. Ever
imagined India without the Ganga? So forth, Mannu's and Nitesh's life was
nothing without the music from G’n’R. It kept them alive. The thrashings
on the door had become violent and Mannu had to throw apart the quilt and the
dizziness from his 5 ft 10 in body to open it. Nitesh came in and bolted it
again, urged Mannu to sit and handed him the guitar. Mannu, still drowned in
his virtual world silently followed all his words. He had a piece of paper in
his hand.
“What?” Mannu spoke among his yawn.
His fingers had started moving on the guitar.
“Where were you since evening?” Nitesh questioned.
“I went to the post office to check for Pia’s courier. I think it’s
lost.” Mannu spoke, playing a minor chord.
“No my brother, it takes uh... around three days. It took four days for
my courier to reach her from Delhi.”
“What!” exclaimed Mannu.
“Yup my bro. So don’t worry, it’ll come tomorrow.” Nitesh said to
console Mannu and to end the discussion soon.They hugged each other.
“I’ve got something for you.” He said, his eyes were sparkling with
anxiety and restlessness.
“What?” spoke.Mannu, imitating Pacino in Scarface.
“Have you composed anything yet?” Nitesh questioned.
Mannu shook my head, left and right, right and left.
“Good. I’ve written a lyric for the first time too.” Nitesh said, with
his hand on Mannu's shoulder, a smile on his lips.
“Complimenti...Complimenti... What’s it?”Mannu asked.
“I wrote it in the eve when I couldn’t find you. Have a look.” Mannu was
busy reading it and Nitesh continued speaking. “You’ve to compose it till
night...Bingo! Tomorrow you are performing it at the Alumni meet... I’ll hear
no excuses.”
When Mannu was complete
with the reading there was a golden glow in his eyes. Every couplet on that
paper produced an emotion of separation and every other was bonded with
togetherness. Just like alternate rock it gave an alternate feeling of
separation and togetherness. Mannu hugged him again, thought of Pia, his first
love gift rather his distance from it, brought the feeling of separation alive and struck the first chord. Whoooaaa! The first song of his life G7...
D-major... A-minor...
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