A week ago, i went to lunch to this cool place. The decorum was quite soothing, we had good food and good music. There in a corner hung a guitar, two of the men there asked for it and started jamming.
May be this triggered a part of me that always wanted to play guitar. I went home that day, and unracketted my old guitar. It was a special guitar for me, it had a special place in my heart. Not bz of the love for music but cz i got it from my mom. My dad would never invest on such things but my mom made it happen. And it is my first musical instrument ever. So it is special. The guitar is quite old, not justifying its existence just sitting in the corner of my room. I decided to take it for a servicing. I google a place near me and found a guitar shop called planet music. I dropped my guitar there for 3 days. Then i went to received the guitar. The place to buy the guitar was quite fancy, however the place to mend guitar was 2 blocks away on 2nd floor. I went there, i talked with the person and he said ok i will get the guitar. And as i followed him, he exclaimed and said u could sit there and he opened a door at the corner and got in slamming the door. I thought, what was that about. Finally i got my guitar. It took 750rs. But was worth it, new strings, the truss of the neck was tightened as per my request. I was happy.
I went home and started to play the strings for songs i remembered. I am beginner, nothing fancy though. That day lot of unusual things happened, one of them included, my dog lucy petrified, as if she had heard a lightning. Initially i thought maybe my singing was horrible. I felt pity for myself. Later i reasoned and i concluded that the high pitch sound of guitar makes the highly sensitive ears of dogs irritated. As i was excited to play my guitar after so long, i did what any person would do, youtube. After surfing through tons of practice lessons for guitar in youtube. I fell asleep.
However, all of a sudden i heard my guitar play by itself. I had this sudden thought in my mind mabe the man who got my guitar had some spell on it, yah that's right and that was the reason why he didnt let me in that room. Oh! shit.. i thought. Atheist part of me said nah it cant be that. Ghost and stuff aren't real. Come on u have been playing a lot today maybe it's just in ur head. Humm i wanted to believe the atheist in me. So i slept. I tried.
Again the music plays, this time, the atheist part of me says run. I run and turn on the lights. I never thought a guitar could scare someone. Of all the stuffs guitar had to be the one. On the corner lay my guitar, maybe the one of scary movie scene came to my mind where it would be a hand inside the guitar hole and creep out slowly as i get closer. In situations like this your mind seems to go haiwire, the smile face that was on the guitar was not so cheerful, it seemed as if it was smiling knowing that i was scared and he is sensing my fear. I was scared, its been ages since i was this frantic. All the science i read, engineering i did.
"Energy can neither be created not be destroyed." Where is that theory. I gather my science and go near the guitar to observe. If it were a movie i would be shouting not to do that. But curiosity was unbearable. So i went near it.
I was quite dumbfounded when i founded a cockroach near it. I laughed. The place where i brought my guitar from, the room where it was must be kind of rusty and that is y the owner exclaimed me to go in the other room. And this cockroach while slipping out my guitar must have made that noise.
I slept in content cz i figured it out and laughter cz the atheist in me was not atheist for a minute.
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