A Melody From The Heavens

It's 3 O'Clock at night and you are lying in your bed. The ambiance is as silent as the grave. All you can hear is the ticks of the wall clock, loud and clear as if it's in your head. You open your eyes and start staring the rotating ceiling fan that’s just like your life. Repeating the same circle again and again, and again. This is the time when your conscience wakes up and asks you questions about your life. Your passion. Your aspiration. Your muse!

While hearing the howling dogs in the distance and pondering upon the questions of your conscience, you come up with analyzed excuses.

“I work 10 hours a day with 2 hours of commute in a terrible traffic, that’s tiresome! How can someone even think about other activities?”

“I don’t have time for it.”

“It’s hard to balance work, family and personal life with a side hustle.”

“There is a boulder of responsibilities on my shoulder.”

“Do you really think I can spare time for my passion after all these?”

And you go to sleep numbing your conscience.

Have you ever gone through the same situation?

Yes?

Well, then welcome to the valley of thoughts and you are not alone here.

I’m an aspiring writer, an artistic soul who loves music. Though I love my job as a content writer, I feel there is a lot I want to do in a day, but the work is just spilling out of my days. I want to learn new skills, hit the gym, make beats, work on my songs but can hardly spare time for all these. And sometimes it gets frustrating.

A few days back, I had my lunch and went for a walk to calm my mind. I was rambling in the corridor and gazing the moving clouds in the sky from a huge circular aperture at the 10th floor.

A few minutes after taking some strides, I heard a divine melody. The sound waves were so mellifluous that it felt like a heavenly spirit has come to calm the voices in my head. It was a melody of flute and was coming from the stairways. I was lured to know the flautist who was playing this enchanting tune. As I didn’t want to interrupt the graceful melody, I silently sneaked towards the stairs.

I saw a guy in a blue uniform sitting on the stairs, playing the flute accompanied by the sound of Tanpura on a device. On his left, he kept his pair of ragged black rubber slippers and on his right, there was a steel lunchbox and transparent plastic bottle. Just like the water was clearly visible in the see-through bottle, I could clearly see a sense of relief and divine radiance on his face. He was our elevator man practising the flute during his break hours. I should probably mention that his name is Vipul and he is visually impaired.

I sat on the stairs for a while, enjoyed the aura created by his tune and had a hearty talk with him. I learned that he works 12 hours a day and goes through extreme hardships in his daily life, yet he manages time to practice his art. He even teaches music after the work hours and has a gig next month on 10th. He’s living his passion just the way he should, with or without sight.

That day the melody didn’t just pacify the voices in my mind but also cleared the mist of illusionary excuses. So, can I spare time for my passion now? Yes!

Indeed it was a melody from the heavens.