“Do they conduct guitar classes in here?” asked Pratiksha as Kaushal stepped out of a multi-facility hall.
“I don’t know that,” replied Kaushal. “But I know one thing, no guitarist can compose a tune as beautiful as you.”
She laughed. And he lost himself in her uninhibited laughter, just like he did when he used to stare her furtively in college and she laughed like there was no tomorrow.
“No, you’re wrong,” said she as she regained her gasp. “I know two guitarists who composed a tune as beautiful as me.”
“Ohh! You are right,” exclaimed he. “Your parents.”
Both of them remained quiet for few moments, looked around nervously to avoid eye contact, and pretended everything was normal.
Finally, Pratiksha broke that awkward silence, “It’s good to see you, Kaushal. You are doing great. You have become a guitar teacher and a member of a band, which plays at Hard Rock Café every Tuesday.”
“What are you doing here?” retorted he.
“Do you mean, how are you? Good to see you too.”
He was quiet and staring at the ring in her finger. She left him without a goodbye after being in a relationship for six years.
“I want to talk to you,” said she.
“There is nothing to talk about,” said he, indifferently.
“Yes, there is.”
“No, there isn’t.”
“You don’t know what is happening to that tune now? And what that tune is going through?”
“I know one thing. Those two guitarists composed a beautiful tune and then broke the strings. The only difference was; those were the strings of two hearts. Those strings always played a melodious tunes of love. But social stigmas found those tunes discordant, so they broke it and thought one of those strings will compose a tune harmoniously with an unknown strings. And you followed them.”
“That’s not the whole symphony.”
“I don’t want to strike those cords now. I realized that some tunes, no matter how harmonious they sound, were not meant to be played together.”
“There is a reason why they were not forced to play together. And I’m here to tell that.”
“Then you have to keep that reason to yourself. Because I’m not mad at you for what you have done. You don’t have to clarify yourself. I’ve moved on. I also realized that destiny is a conductor in the orchestra and we are just musicians playing on its directions.”