Tuning the Verve

It was a holiday, in the month of August, my adorable wife had been cleaning my stuff in my study room. It was quite hot outside... and inside as well!

"You cannot keep your books and papers properly." I preferred to maintain silence. This is one of the collection of quotations that I have been hearing since my childhood. It is true that I have ( a male habit! ) this habit of keeping my belongings messily all over my work place. And, of course, if someone arranges these, it is sure, I am going to lose certain things!

"You do not help me at all... ", yeahh! That is a common complaint of all the wives on the earth. I quietly followed all her instructions to clean up the room. My guitar, has become adult this year in the previous month. It was covered all over by dust. Cobwebs were hung there like garlands on the statue of a great leader! I still remember crying for it to my mother after passing out my class twelve examination. As I touched it with my pinky, some good memories of my college days ran through my spine! I performed on many stages with this and received applause! With it, I passed many happy and, obviously, certain tragic moments as well. It was my best friend once upon a time till I got hold of my first desktop. I changed my friend.. and since last four to five years it has been lying there in a corner of my room like an unwanted guest. I was becoming so mechanical!! The sounds of DO RE ME PA... was tinkling somewhere in my ears, .. slowly diminishing.. going away from my reach. 

I saw my fingertip covered with dust.. from my old friend. The portion, I touched was shining like the pale skin of an old lady. Yes, I could see wrinkles over her body...! She has become 18 years old... the age, which might make a cute girl beautiful like an angel was too much for her life-less body!

"Wait .. ", I told my wife.. "I will clean her".

"HER??", she shouted.. "Yes... I should clean her", I smiled by pointing at the guitar. 

"Ohh... ok! it is good, do it." She smiled too!

I brought a towel and wiped the guitar .. very softly, removing the dust and dirt. She looked quite younger by then! I saw she was as beautiful as ever...! I moved my fingers over her metallic tresses... she was ready to weave the music again. And I too...
"Need to tune up my life again..."