a TRYST with Singing!!

So here goes today's story
There was a girl,who after watching a singing reality show she got all worked up.
Why can't she sing?
Who said she can't sing?
No one.
While she was in the kitchen next morning,she started her
S..I..N..G..I..N..G
After five minutes there was a knock at the door,she opened the door.At the door was standing her very concerned neighbour-SHARMA AUNTY.
"Is every thing okay?"She asked with a worried look,her creases of the forehead going deeper with the time girl was taking to answer.
The girl herself was in trance,she said,"yup,everything is fine aunty,why you are so much worried"?
"I heard some kind of strange noises",replied aunty,relaxing her almost fully creased forehead a little.
"oh"
"No there is nothing"
"I mean everything is fine".
Another day she heard from the Judges that true singing comes out when there is a dash of pain mixed in the song.
"okay",she said to herself.
She cut and cut and cut enough onions to make pakoras for five people,crying both from eyes and nose.
Another day she heard the judges telling that people should listen to the classical music in order to go to more closer to the soul of song.
"Hmmm"she thought.
After few days she saw a poster of some veterans of classical music coming to her university to perform.
"Yesss".
She went and sat in the auditorium with loads of excitement.
And the performance begun.
First half-an-hour was full of concentration,very grave atmosphere,fully focused on the stage.
Then she didn't dozed-off for a while.
She didn't noticed that the girls sitting two rows ahead were constantly chating with each other from last fifteen minutes.
She didn't noticed the lights which were changing colors in pattern,first yellow,then red.blue,greeen and coming together after a fixed interval of time.
She didn't noticed the huge "moustaches" of the singers which were quite bushy.
"How they would be sipping the tea"she thought.
She took her bag,went out of the auditorium,brought out her earphones.
She put them on,with a playlist of her favourite Arijit Singh,slowly walking back to her home...
Dekha hazarron dafa aapko phir bekaraari kaisi hai..


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