Moment In The Sun

My emotions were expressing sorrow through the tears.

They were humbling him, my friend, who was gifted with a melodious voice, but the only low point was that he was too poor & belonged to an atmosphere full of chaos.

"I’ll prove it to them not by giving them as good as I got from them, but by achieving the greatest awards like Grammy. And I will be there all over the web.” I remember this was his commitment just the day before yesterday. But who knew that even God didn’t want to see him living miserably, and would invite him so soon to his home.

I thought he was just distressed because the locals abuse him as usual of jealousy for his voice.

The fever he considered on Thursday was not a simple flu but was deadly meningitis.

“Ishan, why are you so eager and happy today?” I asked him yesterday evening. There was no reply from him but just a vague smile expressing something complex. “What would you choose Sandeep? Some elixir if you get or giving a last try to achieve your dreams?”, “What! What do you mean?” I investigated. “A day like a lion is better to live than living a few more decades like wolves.” answered Ishan to himself.

The evening was enthusiastic, we recorded his 15th song for the channel. No one apart from him knew that it was going to be his last composition. After uploading it on YouTube we went to a ‘Dhaba’ on his request. “From where did you get money for this all of a sudden friend? ”I asked. “One day we’ll leave this world behind, so why not live a life we remember.” he remarked with a surprising attitude.

I wish he were alive today, yet his soul would have peacefully left this world after witnessing his fame, which he finally made with his last music, to start a new beginning.