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I don't know what to do "sorry sir" I am really embarrassed and I look down. I know that we have to bring our instruments, but I don't have one. I don't even have permission to join a class then where does a guitar come from.
I know what is going to happen next that sir will tell me to leave the class. I waiedt for his words. However, he said quite the opposite words "take my guitar" Manik sir offered and gave me his guitar. Saying so he stepped outside the class. Peers are watching me as if I’m some kind of an alien.
Mr. Manik came to the class with another guitar. "let's start the class," he announced. He taught us how to hold the guitar, and how to play some basic notes. Arjun is playing with so much skill as he knows how to play it. I am trying to follow up, and I learned it.
During the class, Arjun didn't look my way, not even once. He chatted with other girls. I couldn’t budge not looking at him from time to time to know what is he doing, but I was invisible to him.
After the class, Mr. Manik strolled his way to his cabin without taking the guitar. I took the guitar and went to his cabin asking for permission to enter in order to return the guitar. "Excuse me sir" I said knocking at the door.
"Come in" he called from inside and looked at me.
"Sir, your guitar" I put the guitar on his desk. He pulled it aside and said "tomorrow don't forget to bring your guitar."
"I don't have a guitar sir" I muttered in a low voice. "What?" he asked me again. It seems he didn’t hear me.
"Actually sir I don't have a guitar. I thought that" I was about to say that I thought the institute members will provide us with required instruments because a musical institute have every instrument right but he cut me off "okay, take my guitar and return it to me after completion of course because it is very precious to me" he folded his arms.
"Sir, I can't take this to my home" My father’s face pop into my brain. I will be burnt alive if he sees a guitar which he will definitely break it
"Why?Do you have any problem?" he interrogated, and I chose to be genuine.
"Well, my father doesn't know that I am taking guitar lessons. He doesn't approve, so if he sees the guitar, he will become angry" This is partly the truth and half a lie. The truth is that my father doesn't know about class, and the lie is that he doesn't like me. I know he doesn't like me but I can't put an ugly image of my father bad in front others. I shouldn’t care about his image, but here I am caring. Screw my kind heart.
He listened to me and sighed. Thinking deeply he furrowed his eyebrows, "Fine! You can come everyday and take the guitar and return it after class. But I don't want any scratch on it. Do you get that?" he said in an authoritative tone.
"Yes sir. Thank you so much" I beamed with joy while nodding my head.
"Now you’re dismissed,”he said, engaged with a pile of papers in front of him.
I arrived home, my mom has been thankful to the kind teacher. She felt happy as Mr.Manik helped me. I decided to save my allowance, so that I can buy a guitar.
I ate dinner and went to my room. After writing my diary I fell into darkness the moment I put my head on the pillow.
Next day, after entering the institute, immediately I went to Mr. Manik cabin. "May I come in sir..?" I asked while knocking the door.
"Come in" I heard a female voice. Inside, a lady was sitting on the chair.
"Sorry mam I thought it's Manik sir's cabin!" I exclaimed and turned to leave just then I heard
"You’re not lost young lady. I’m Manik's wife" she stopped me.
I turn my back to face her, and she continued "Do you have any work with him?"
"Actually mam I came here to take sir's guitar" I explained, hoping sir would come.
God heard my prayers. "What happen Nandu..??" Sir entered at the right time, and stared at me. "Good morning sir" I greeted with a smile.
"Good morning. Why are you here..?" He looked confusingly.
I have been scared that he might forget what we talked about the guitar the other day? I start thinking just then Nandu mam said "she came to take the guitar"
"Oh yeah sorry, I forgot" he said and went to the corner to take the guitar.
"Here" he gave me the guitar. "Manik it's your favorite guitar..right?" Nandu mam questioned him while looking at the guitar.
"Yes, but right now she needs it" he said and sat in his chair. Yes I need this guitar very badly. "Thank you sir" I smiled and walk out.
"So you’re still borrowing sir's guitar" one girl came in front of me and said with a mocking tone.
"Don't you have money to even buy a guitar?" Another student glared at me.
"What the hell is happening here?" I heard a very angry voice. I tilted my had aside and saw Mr. Manik looking angrily at them.
"Now go to your places and I don't want any nuisance in my class. There is no class today. Now everyone out" Manik sir shouted at all of us.
I went to terrace and sat in a corner and started playing. Tenderly, my fingers move on the guitar.
(Listen to the song hasi(female) from hamariadhurikahani)
Haan aa o…
Main jaan ye vaardoon
Harjeetbhihaardoon
Keemat ho koi tujhebeintehapyaardoon
Main jaan ye vaardoon
Harjeetbhihaardoon
Keemat ho koi tujhebeintehapyaardoon
Saarihadeinmainemeri, ab mainetod di
Dekarmujhe
I heard a shuffle of noise close by, and I stopped singing. I took my guitar and went to Mr. Manik’s cabin to return the guitar to him and put my hand on the door knob to head home.
"Can you sing..?" Sir questioned me. I am rooted in my place. No one knows that I sing even my mom. Has sir been listening?
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So do you think Manik was the one who listened to her?
Or is another person?
What do you think?
- Writer
