HIS STUDIO



Her hands trembled as she clasped the door-knob. With a heavy heart, she opened the door and walked inside. She began her daily chore of keeping each piece of instrument sparkling clean.

She remembered the first mouth-organ she had bought him as a kid. Since then, his collections kept growing as his love for music expanded and grew beyond his home ~ out to the whole world. His music was something everyone swore by. She looked fondly around his-studio touching lovingly the objects he so loved.

He’ll be back to play them again someday. She refused to believe he was dead.


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6 comments:

  1. A legacy to an artist often remain like that..

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  2. Dear Nandini, Such a great story and so sad. I think she loved him very much. It is sort of a shrine to him and your story is wonderful! Nan :)

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  3. Ouch - it's hard to keep that kind of dream alive.

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  4. Oh, so sad Nandini. You stirred up the emotions.

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  5. thanks a lot @everyone :-)

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