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“Why does it take a minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye?”
Through his lachrymose eyes , Sanjay saw the blurry curvaceous figure of his love. He ran his long slender artistic fingers over the curves and felt love emanating from every pores of the contour. His fingers traced the tail-piece, F-hole and the belly of his lover with burning passion and he knew he would not be able to hold his tears anymore on the threshold of his masculinity. The memories of he holding his lover in his arm and dancing the cosmic dance together on the symphony of Tchaikovsky‘s ‘ Romeo and Juliet’ was still so vivid in his head that he could recall every vibration in his lover’s body . Sanjay brought his head down on the base of his lover’s slender neck and burst into crying. With the intensity of millions suns on his quivering lips , he kissed the nape of his lover’s neck. All of sudden, his heart was smitten by anguish which was ready to engulf him merciless. His sagacity was clouded and he never felt so confused in his life. Sanjay saw himself trampling over his dreams and followed his father’s dream of being a successor of his father’s corporate empire.
He hugged his petite lover for the last time and put his lover in the black vinyl padded coffin very carefully as not to strum any of the four strings accidentally lest his lover might wake up from the deep slumber and make him weak again. The bow was kept by the side of its dormant body and he started ruminating on his lover.
It has kept him the company after the demise of his mother three months after his 12th birthday when his uncle gifted him with this beautiful violin. His dad’s aloofness and involvement in his business had helped him to build close proximity to his violin to assuage his loneliness. His father seized this opportunity to shirk away from his paternal responsibilities and hired a personal teacher to teach music lessons at home, so that he could concentrate on building his conglomerate without focussing on his son’s needs. Sanjay picked up everything what his tutor had to teach. He picked up Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Gershwin, Beethoven and Zubin mehta in no time. When the time to come to make his career of his passion, he landed up as a violinist in Symphony Orchestra of India for three years on a meagre salary. His frustration started building as his father started putting pressure on him to join his business. Eventually he capitulated to his father’s megalomania and suffocated his passion.
He picked up a yellow post-it and wrote in bold letters ” RIP , GOODBYE MY LOVE ” and put it on the case. Instead of burying the padded coffin, he started climbing the stairs of his attic and kept the case in the attic. A last long look followed by welling of tears in his eyes and his lips move to utter one last inaudible word ” GOODBYE”.