They walked in five minutes after the music concert began. The two, who appeared to be of the age 17-18, came and occupied the seats right in front of me.
Manipal, 19 Oct 2011, Friday.
The boy was a music illiterate and the girl a music enthusiast. The girl was trying to explain the music to the boy, in a very soft voice. The boy was trying his level best to understand but by looking at his eyes one could understand that he was failing to understand, even when he was enjoying the music. On realising his diffiulty in understanding the music , even with the explaination provided, the girl would touh his hand, softly, and smile, as though to assure him that it was ok if he couldnt understand and that he would understand with more listening…
To me that touch was more musical than the music being played on stage and i thought that her touch would make him understand music more than her explaining.
After an hour or so while the girl was lost in the music and the boy who was making serious attempts to understand the music as he was enjoying the music, slowly and softly touched the hand of the girl. She looked at his eyes and he smiled… She got up and so did he. They both walked out… Having enjoyed the music…
As I saw them walk out, while listening to the music taking wings from the strings of violin, I remembered a line that Almustafa speaks of ‘love’ in Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet:
Sing and dance together and be joyous.
But let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.