Beth And Her Guitar

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This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

I heard the music as I entered the room, but all that was there…

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I heard the music as I entered the room, but all that was there was a guitar, placed on the old wooden table. No one was there.” Beth sighed as she narrated to her Father.

“I saw a shadow near the window which soon disappeared, so I could not figure out if that was real or I imagined. I went near the guitar and touched its chords. The chords struck a melodious sound. I smiled and picked up the guitar. I sat on the wooden chair and held it to play.”

As she struck the first chord, memories flashed back.

“Grandpa, I love the sound of guitar. Please please please teach me Grandpa!” 7 year old Beth insisted jumping on her Grandfather’s back.

“You are too young Bethy. Once you become a big girl, I will teach you.”

“No Grandpa! Teach me now. I want to learn it. It’s so cool. I promise I will be a good girl.”

Grandpa laughed.

“Bethy, my dear child, you already are a good girl. Okay, I will teach you.” He said touching her cheeks.

“Yeyyyy, I will become a guitarist.” Beth ran in the house shouting all day long.

Grandpa’s lessons became inseparable. Wherever she went, school, college or for higher studies, she carried her guitar along and played it everyday without fail. It was only after Grandpa’s death 3 years back, that she stopped playing. It did not possess the same meaning. Its sound saddened her. Memories of Grandpa rushed back whenever she played it. The more she remembered him, the more she longed for him, but alas! He was nowhere.

Today, on his birthday, Beth had gone to his room, after a long time.

“Beth, Grandpa loves you. He wants you to re-live the music inside you. You cannot leave it. You know how hard you worked to learn it. Remember how stubborn you were to learn it from Grandpa?” said her Father.

“Yes Dad. And he used to say, “Bethy, your hands are too small and soft. You will hurt yourself with the chords.”

“Yeah, I remember. Don’t let the music stop Bethy! His lessons must live on. He must live on, in your guitar chords. Bring him back Bethy.”

Beth smiled and struck the chords once again. The room was filled with cool breeze and melodious sound.

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