"Come
on! Move already" I whined under my breath, eagerly waiting for the clock
to tick 10 O' clock.
As soon as
the clock ticked, I could hear my guitarist start playing the guitar and I ran
towards the window with the familiar excitement running through me. I stood by
the window, listening to another one of my favourites being played, with my
eyes closed like I was in a trance.
It was
"Khamoshiyaan" this time.
And I was
shifted to another world. Where music was my oxygen and it felt like I wouldn't
able to breath if the guitar stopped playing. The way the strings were being
struck was suffocatingly perfect.
For a moment I was scared of what was
happening to me. But then, nothing seemed to matter much as long as the music
was reaching my ears. It was floating in the air, keeping my mind at ease and
at the same time, making several emotions twirl. It was so hypnotising that I
didn't realize that I was swaying my head to the music.
The song
came to an end and I sighed in disappointment. As usual, I craved for more. One
would think I'm addicted and it might actually be true.
If only
they could play more than just one song.
Every night
I hear someone play a song in the apartment beside mine, at the same time, 10
O'clock.
Eventually it became a part of my routine. I wanted to know who my
guitarist actually was but me lacking social skills didn't help much. Yes, I am
that girl who doesn't even know who lives beside her house.
The whole guitar thing started a few months back
and is going on everyday. And I never missed. Not once. I wouldn't miss it for
the world. And all of them being my favourites made it even more...interesting.
It's like they have my playlist. Once the thought that they might have had my
playlist did pop up but I immediately dismissed it feeling stupid, knowing that
it's impossible.
I fell onto
my bed still thinking about my favourite guitarist and let the sleep embrace
me.
*******
(Author's
voice):
With
that she fell into a deep slumber wondering who her favourite guitarist was in
person.
I know
who it was. Yes, I do.
It was a
guy, just a few years older than herself and also handsome, if I might add. And
the truth is, he does sort of have her playlist.
How you
ask?
Well,
its not my place to tell that, is it?
-Thanuja
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