While my guitar weeps..

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For the first time that evening I got a feeling that tonight was going to be a good night. with my guitar in one , I waved her with my other hand who had been practising for this very show. She smiled and I knew something was cooking in her heart, but mine was already turned into an overcooked cake, burning out emotions and smelling of the upcoming time. I was the only guy in the colony who never flirted with her, because something within me stopped me from doing that. That evening, sitting in my balcony at the second floor, I saw actual “love “ in her eyes for me.

As the days passed, I would notice that she stood still watching me playing my guitar and I feared that what if I played the wrong chord..what would she feel. I was on my nerves. Soon we became good friends and she came close to me, sat in the balcony learning guitar from me. Omg!! I was never that good , but still I was enjoying the time and so was she.  We sat and used to chat for long hours- thanks to the summer breaks. Gradually we started spending lots of time together and we became very close..

She was a fast learner and picked up guitar really well. Soon the guitar lessons turned more than just learning time and then one day we kissed . our first kiss.

It was her birthday today, I had arranged for a surprise for her and a lovely gift and was waiting for her to return from college. It was getting late, not her usual time of return. Now I was tensed. She didn’t turn up at the café I told her to, so I decided to call at her home.no reply . no one picked the phone. I went back home waiting for the day to end.

Next morning  I coudnt meet her, her parents restricted me . I was now scared, after all what’s the matter and her friend told me later that she had been raped.

My world came to a a standstill, the earth shook beneath me, tears fell down from aggression filled eyes, I just couldn’t believe her words. I headed for my way back home and cried while driving. A complaint was done, I just wanted to see her, be there with her. Why did all of this happen??..why? and why wasn’t I there with her at that time..??..i wanted to kill those bastards.

“saalon ki maa ya behen nahi hain kya”

standing alone in the balcony, I just couldn’t stop thinking about her . I was full in tears as I myself was mentally shocked of these “sudden change of events”. I threw my guitar of the floor  in aggression , down it went and broke.

All strings detached, cracks over the surface, nuts drowned in the drain.like a man who committed suicide it lied down on the cemented graveyard.-My guitar.stuck in the graveyard of life- My love.

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