The Audience

As I picked up my guitar and started plucking the strings tuning them up, I got this very interesting visitor, A brown-breasted mynah looking at me like a wise old musician. With its curious yellow goggled eyes, it just sat on my window sill. Unfortunately, my window jaali was closed, so it could not come in.

At this morning hour, when I was in a real sweet mood to hum out some melodies, I was glad that I had this new curious audience. So I thought I'd dedicate the song to the mynah,who,leaving all his business had the time in the world to listen to me. Since he was an Indian, I thought I'd sing a Hindi melody for him.

As I started strumming along, it hopped up to the window frame and looked down at me with curious eyes twisting its head now and then as if he was a real music connoisseur. As I sing this old melody, he appeared to be totally attentive to my voice, the movement of my fingers and the sound the strings produced.

My song finally got over. But as I was going to sing another one, my audience just left without a warning. Maybe he didn't like it. I presume he was a real busy mynah who got back to his business. But I am glad that atleast he sat throughout my first song. And I take it as an honour to me.