It started with incoherent mono-syllables. Then there were lullabys. Along came nursery rhymes and poem recitals. Practice songs for her high school drama. A playlist of the latest and greatest hits for her RJ stint on the local radio station.
They always sang together.
He never got upset even when she sang out of tune, merely smiled and corrected her - every single time. He always let her sing in her own way...muddling the words, skipping notes...and smiled admiringly at his little angel. And he wondered how quickly time had passed since he first saw his bundle of joy, and decided to name her after the first note of music - after all she was the beginning of his note of happiness too :-)
Sometimes she used to close her eyes and just listen to him as he did his daily riyaaz. Although she couldn't grasp the nuances, she loved to close her eyes and listen. And all she could then see was a hue of colours dancing away - like a rainbow doing a waltz (if one could ever imagine such a thing...:) ) Graceful, colourful, full of mirth. Entangled colours, yet each freely retaining its own unique shade. Just like the bond they shared.
The notes still linger. The lyrics still play. The only thing missing is him.
Although she will always feel his presence. The voice she will hear when she plays their favourite songs will still be his. He will speak out whenever she reads the poems they read together. And his voice will always echo in her head - whenever she needs to hear him - all through her life - through good times and bad, happy ones and sad, when she needs to take decisions, when she needs to hold on to her beliefs and when she needs to let go of prejudices too.
His voice will be her guiding light. A guardian note. She just has to close her eyes, and no matter what's going on in her life - she will see the rainbow do the waltz, yet again.
I just pray and hope she has the strength to close her eyes and listen, yet again.
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