Silence is sometimes underrated, I think.
I sat by the river in complete silence and the sound was a music. I further gave myself to the music that I was listening to and I quickly got absorbed in a celestial symphony.
Rochelle is the kind host of FRIDAY FICTIONEERS and every week she shares a photo with us. All we have to do is write a story in 100 words. I admire all the writers and enjoy their reads as everyone is likely to tell a different story.
This week’s photo is shared by David Stewart. Thank you David.
In a house, a rocking chair creaked along with the music being played at the gazebo.
“Mama, I’m going.” said Kathy.
The music was still playing when the old lady drifted to sleep.
The next day she woke with a knock at the door. A police officer greeted her. With a photo in his hands he asked, “Do you know her?”
“Sorry, I can’t see.”
“Oh! I’m sorry. Let me help you…with….”
“Sure if you could…get my medicine…I can’t….”
“Yes,” said the officer and entered. An uneasy feeling settled as he looked at a photo hung on a wall.
He knew… there will be no medicine for a grieving heart.
There is something to like about it. Music. Everyone likes them or so I believe.
Some love it so much that there house would seem like a recording room, all the time music playing. Music is their life style. Music and songs are in every room.These ones are the music lovers, true music lovers.
Some don’t love it at all. To them it is, “What is all this noise?”
No one was a true music lover in my house and songs were not played throughout the day. Songs were played only in the mornings or evenings. They were not played in all the rooms. One boombox was placed right at the center of the hall and the volume was audible enough to be heard from any end of the rooms or from any corners of the house.
So, yes I heard music during my growing years.Music was strictly in the form of devotional songs. We were not allowed to listen to any other form of music (it meant no movie songs, pop albums or any other form of songs).
I think, I had started liking all those songs. They had a soft beat and low rhythm. They kept you positively charged throughout the day, this I say because I used to keep smiling all day long. Greet the teachers with a smile, talk with a smile. Now don’t think I’m mad, I was just a child then and the songs were having a positive impact on me…growing years, what can you say, rules are made by the others and not you.
I think now I’ve developed a taste towards soft music. I don’t like loud music. And of course still wondering about the smile, it’s still there and it still keeps me positive.