Long live the musical concert

The other day when I went to treat my injured knee ligament to my close friend and physiotherapist, she gave me a task. The task was that she'll randomly pick some words and I've to write something around it. The words were 'Music, 21 June and Us'. At first I though it was a task, but later when I realised the fun of it, I wrote something that I barely imagined. So here it is...

Long live the musical concert...

It was June 21st. The longest day of our beautiful planet. Usually, the day is covered by the thick layers of black coloured water vapours, which any moment would descend. But this time, the day was quite, and pleasant. The sky was a bit smoggy and cloudy with its vast blue texture often playing peekaboo.

What could have been the reason that it played that game? Seemed a musical concert was taking place up in the air, on a day that is celebrated as World Music Day. The infinite blue sheet was obeying the invisible conductor's instructions. Appearing and disappearing at regular intervals. Like in a Yanni's concert, musicians perform turn-by-turn, which in the end is admired by many, and envied by a few.

Envy? Yes. The natural concert was an envious moment. Because, whenever, even for a few seconds, I shifted my eyes and then brought back to see the happenings, someone else from the azure family was performing. The spectacle was music to eyes. Music that connect us.  

Wondering how the first musical piece could have been? Scientists claim that the world was formed with a single blast. May be that was the first bang on musical note. The sound of which still prevails, through incredible enormous creations that emerged out of it. We call it Nature. And the rhythmic voice of nature gets portrayed through incredible symphony that happens silently; incessantly.

Like the local bands practicing arduously at a secluded service road, on the terrace of an apartment, in an open ground, amidst a dilapidated structure, in an old mill compound, inside a private house, in a church's verandah or a temple's backyard; the sky too, along with its permanently moving neighbours was rehearsing at various locations up in the orbit for a big day.

Though there was not a single musical instrument, but the on & off shrugs & hugs, touches & kisses, bangs & clangs, occurring between the creator’s creations sent vibes, which only your heart can receive and listen to.

Long live the musical concert.



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