My first ever full bar scale changing harmonica befriended me on my 11th birthday. It was a very pleasant surprise when I saw her nicely dressed pack in Ma"s hand - a simple token of a simple love that a simple pair of ma -son. Years later it became quite disjointed and was definitely & I retired her. Ma said she'll keep it s' where 'safe' as a memento.
Much later it was the 14th-15th day after she expired, I was just reorganising photographs In her wardrobe. Here was a simple piece of paper gently Folded in the "locker' of her wardrobe. I took it out and opened the folds with a rather stoic frown.
Here was this song, the words written by her looping hand-writing.
I wouldn't say much about what transpired between the lock inside me & the unlocked locker, except for the fact that she loved this song very much - I just paying tributes to the departed soul,by simple reminiscences.
I found it a bit "queer" which ended with a silent smile of mine - why would somebody write a song, a popular song, and keep it in a locker which was unlocked all the time. (apologies for My seeming insenstivity).
I guess I'd ve found it queer all my lfe. As I put my hand to place it (I remember taking a long time folding) and my fingers touched cold metal.
As I lowered my head for visual inspection, I saw my first harmonica which she, actually had used a paperweight of sorts the ensured that folds of the piece were kept crisp.
Too many 'M's. Music Ma Metal Memory ytes the name of the movie - Mon niye !
:-). MADNESS? Ok you show me the madness, I 'll show ORDER. Oh I am just Musing over. Let's Move on
Dr.Anirban Chaudhuri,
Consultant Physician,
Mumbai, India.
Blog: ANIRBANSPEAK
http://anirbanspeak.blogspot.com
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"Whatever I did, I did it my way.."
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