The flute by the sea...

       The tune of the flute was enticing. She could feel it beckoning her. The quiet melody tugging at her senses. Tempting them to break down. She had to let go, free from the daily nuances of life. The hectic schedule, college, classes, peer pressure and the pressure to excel everywhere. It was daunting at times. The often over hyped college life was worth the wait. It was fun but with its own demands. Friends, the so called friends, the way you had to be sure and carry yourself at all times, the facade was tiring. It was time to let go. The melody was letting her do the same. For once to stop thinking of false pretenses and be her real self. The flute made its way over the chaos of the city. The constant honking and hawking of the busy city was nothing new. But amidst this chaos was the one striking tune that came in clear and sharp. She made her way following the melody, her ears were there to lead on. Somewhere she was aware of the classes she had to attend, of the time by which she had to be back home. Of all those deadlines she had to meet. All seemed a waste this very moment.
    The seaface in the distance was becoming distinct by the passing second. The ever crowded seaface was quite empty today. The ledge stood out sharply on the seashore. There was the source. The source of the sweet melody. A silhouette sat on the edge of the ledge  playing the flute. The setting sun in the background painted a picture of perfect concentration. The boy was immersed completely. The flute was but a medium. She could sense the purity of emotion flowing through the flute. It was all one could ask for. She let her bag drop unknowingly by her side and closed her eyes. It was sharper now. This moment had comprised of just her and the lilting melody. Her feet tensed and taught by the day of travel seemed relaxed now. She let them dangle and sat down on the warm sand.

   The notes rose higher and she fell deeper in love with the melody. The notes plucked at strings hitherto unknown to her, emitting purest of bliss. It was all she could do to stop herself from running towards the silhouette. It was getting darker and yet she could feel the gentle breeze play through her locks. The roar of the hustling city did not matter to her now. If only this moment would linger. The constant pressure of outperforming her peers was non-existent for this moment. Life was beautifully simple yet conveniently complicated. In the distance the sun finally kissed the horizon and bade adieu to all. With the setting sun the tune dissolved into the nothingness that lay ahead. She smiled and brushed away the lazy strand of hair that fell across her now content face. The dark was soothing. The flute had taught her what the horde of classes and hundreds friends couldn't. Life was simple, as simple as you made it out to be. She knew she would be here again tomorrow, waiting for the flute player. And she also knew it somewhere deep down that he would not be there, yet she would come, to feel the lingering tune in the air somewhere waiting for her to catch it. She stood up straightened and picked up her bag to start her dreary trudge back home.
   In the distance the silhouette turned, the slender reed of a flute playfully twirling on his lithe fingers. Those fingers sad for he had never found the courage to look back. He knew she was there all the time.. watching him play. If only he could tell her, the flute, the melody, all was for her..He knew he would be here again tomorrow, waiting for her. And He also knew it somewhere deep down that she would not be there, yet He would come, to feel the lingering tune in the air somewhere waiting for her to catch it..

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