Chasing the whistle( part 1)
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A nice whistle woke me up from my sleep. Their is bright light in the room. All the windows are open and fresh cool air is coming inside the room. The town has not woken up yet and their is silence everywhere. No sound of buses , machine of construction sites are not working yet, no shouting vendors , just that beautiful music. I don't know the song but I can feel the pain in that whistle. That person is definitely not in a good mood. His song is so sad , like war days with misery all around , or a lover lamenting over his lost love. I feel so bad for the singer.
I drew closer to the window to hear better. Its a sad tune as if the musician is in pain . As if he has lost something which he treasured with his life. The music is like the soft wind which fills our mind with peace but at the same time pains your heart with pain for the loss . My eyes filled with tears. But where is the musician ? Why playing music in such solitary ? Why so sad ? I have so many questions. Why I feel we are in the same boat ? The place I stay is not very crowded area and its not really common for people walk through that forest so early in the morning. The forest is literally filled with wild animals isn't he afraid of being eaten or getting lost ? . His music is good that I literally think he not part of the normal world...he is nature himself.
And early in the morning he came to wake the nature with his mouth organ and than will disappear in the woods. As if the sun waits for him every morning before climbing up in the sky , the flower buds blooms with his music, the wind flows with his music, the river flows just to listen him and the stars twinkle in the sky just to see him. My mystery man talks with music. He is like the west wind or like the moon light which touches your life with calmness and than disappears leaving you all alone.
I am so curious about the musician. Why is he so sad ? Where does he live ? Who is the lucky person whom he loves? What is his life story ? Why he remains hidden ? . I envy the nature the flowers and the sun who can not only listen him but also can see him everyday . They are so close to him that their is no difference between him and the nature . Together they have became one. I envy the winds which can play around him while he is playing music and carry his tune along with it to far lands, I envy the sun light which who has the right to sparkle on his face when he is playing the music and I envy the person for whom he plays everyday.
I just want to sit by him and listen him play is it too much to ask for? .I just want to see him that's it. He is my mystery and I just want to solve it. I stood their for sometimes hoping to hear or at least see the person but nothing happened . The music is loud and clear but still the person is not visible from here. For a week now I wake up with his whistle and listen it for sometimes. From my house sometimes I see a blurry image of a man wearing black dress , just the color of the dress is visible not the face that is also for sometimes than he vanishes in the no where , Even today I heard the music for sometimes than it stopped.
Just two weeks ago I got settled in the remote town ' Ashton vaston' its a small town in ' hangstone mountain ' with a small population. Its such a remote place that no one bothered to put it in any map. I was fedup in my town. After death of my husband I lived in depression for two years than my therapist recommended me to settle somewhere , where their is greenery , silence , and where I can get well soon. After thinking carefully I came here , not only for healing but also to build a girls school their. Here people are willing to send their daughters to school but doesn't have a good school to go. So me and my team we thought to build a girls school their and even got permission to do. Soon we will start our work.
Here weather is very nice and people are really warm hearted . Each day I feel more better and lively. The pain in my heart has not left me entirely but it has numbed a little after all.....not now. I was happily staying here for sometimes and one day I woke up with that sound. My husband use to love music and after his death I literally stopped lisening music , special whistle ...they gave me pain for long time. But his music never hurt me . It was such a relife for me that I can't express it in words. And from that day the musician has became my friend. I feel even he is also suffering like me , lost someone like me. I feel he is Waiting for something or someone near the woods everyday. He is a mystery that I want to solve but I fail everyday. As soon as the whistle stopped , the bright sun light announced that its officially day and its time for you to start working.
I made a strong cup of coffee for me than made light breakfast than got ready for my work. Today we are going to find location for our school. Hope it goes well. Wish me luck.