Thursday, September 22, 2011

Try again, he smiled.

She pressed her fingers harder into the strings, and he squinted his eyes till they were almost shut with a frowning brow, his lips mouthing 'E minor' like a silent prayer.
His expression could be mistaken as an exemplary image of pain, had he not suddenly flown his eyes open with a funny grin the moment she hit the right chord.
She looked up, lips pursed into a smile, big, big round eyes looking up at him like a child who just learned trick of tying her shoe lace. They both started laughing, and he punched the air. She though, kept her index finger tightly pressed to the chord, too scared to move;
"What if the flow breaks?"

Now it was his turn. He took the smaller guitar, suddenly finding himself frowning at the fact that she called it a Ukulele at first. She giggled looking at his face, she knew the culprit of that frown.
He started playing the next few chords, looking at the guitar as if talking to it. Asking for it to understand even the reverb to be heard at every chord. While she stared at his hands playing with the six strings like a child colors with crayons ; careless, effortless and carefree.
   She looked at his face with burning intensity, trying to pin point every emotion that crossed the flawed desert of his face, hoping to replicate not just the melody, but the cause behind it.
He looked up, and motioned her to play. She tried, hit the wrong chord and flinched. She tried again, failed again, tried some more, failed over and over again. She flinched. She didn't want to disgrace what he just played. She didn't want to usher away that soul that lived in those three strange, simple yet gorgeous chords. Her hands froze, her lips pursed ; the smile was gone.

He smiled and led her hands back on the guitar,
"The second try's always awful!", he said faking exasperation, looking straight into her eyes.
"Try again."

And that, was the first of many tries, of countless frowns, of sly grins and flinches, of ugly fingernails.

"Try again." ; he's nod.
And she would.  She would try again and again, and again...and as she played, he squinted his eyes, almost shut, frowned brows..and smile.
And slowly her eyes closed,too. She bent down to the guitar while she played, fumbled, played again.
And he'd listen with his face screwed up, hunting perfection with his eyes closed, bending toward the guitar.
And as her finger skin ragged more and more, the two of them sat close, heads bent towards each other, noses at a pin's distance, with eyes tightly shut ; outlining forced wrinkles on their youthful eyelids.. and both their foreheads had lines which echoed concentration, their minds unaware of everything and their heartbeats throbbing to the six string's tale.

...and as she hit a wrong chord, the illusion broke.
She flinched.

"Try again.", he smiled. 



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Awaiting feedbacks duuuh :-)
-Nil.

32 comments:

  1. I could imagine her round eyes giving that innocent look of surrender on blunder. That angelic devil's grin.

    Beautiful post!

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  2. Dude!Beautiful post :)

    And i think i know the inspiration behind it ^_^

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  3. @Blasphemous: Oh trust me, those round eyes have a way of their own..and the angelic devil's grin. Hah! It's the only one I've found around the world.. :)
    And thankyou!


    @Vantz: Thanks love, and yes, you're quite right. ;)

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  4. Haha she better be readin' this! ;)

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  5. This is a very, very gorgeously written post !:D

    I love your blog:)

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  6. Aw, man. What a visually active post. You better write more. Really!

    I am so relieved that we don't, yet, have a "write a fucking awesome post" in an English exam, or any exam, for that matter - else, we clearly know who are going to be the top two ranked ones. Right, eh? ;)

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  7. AWW.....and i thought he will say "i love you!" at the end....i just hope that happens xP...the characters seem to be REALLY in love
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    BTW those are MY "six strings" in the pic xD

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  8. @Sudeshna: Thanks hon!


    @Priyanka: Hello there! Absolutely thrilled to see new follower who likes my work!
    Thank you soo much, you're very kind :)

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  9. @Arjit: Why thank you so much, my ole fella! Good to see you here often these days, after all, you were one of my earliest blogger pals :)
    And haha oh no way Arjit, you're just very biased to ole Nil here :)
    But thank you for those generous complements :) You're one heck of a terrific writer yourself! So we all know who'd be topping anyway ;)


    @Rob: You! Stop sitting on my blog and lets go have chai.
    P.s- this story won't end up in romance.. this is just the pure, unadulterated charm of music :)

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  10. Wow what an expression girl...I could actually see this story like playing in front of me...and miss genius where does your brain find such stories? I am so in awe again :D

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  11. Now I have been compelled to break my silence.. Girl.. this was so amazing.. simple but so touching.. Such a serene emotion portrayed so honestly :) Loved it..

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  12. @Scrib Gal: Thanks so much love! In sigh, don't ruin the word Genius by calling me a synonym of it please, I'm nothing but a petty servant of the pen :)


    @The West Wind: And if that truly did break your silence, I am nothing but honored :)

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  13. Music truly is something else huh!

    That was one of the sweetest (without being you know...too sweet if you know what I mean) and beeeautiful stories I have read in a while.
    You write gorgeous pieces :)

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  14. i love how it ended. i was actually not expecting that. :)

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  15. such is the purity of music...loved it totally...

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  16. Just love it!

    "she knew the culprit of that frown.He started playing the next few chords, looking at the guitar as if talking to it." , " While she stared at his hands playing with the six strings like a child colors with crayons ; careless, effortless and carefree.", "...hoping to replicate not just the melody, but the cause behind it." , " She didn't want to disgrace what he just played. She didn't want to usher away that soul that lived in those three strange, simple yet gorgeous chords. Her hands froze, her lips pursed ; the smile was gone. " Lovely lines.

    Simple, honest and elegant because of its realism. This definitely makes it to my favourites :) Feel like I want to know more about the characters, but you've painted such a lovely scene already...Thank you :)

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  17. Oh and drop by my blog if you can. Would love your comment on my latest post...

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  18. @Antara: Indeed, music is something. Thank you so very much :)


    @Cheryl: Hey love, good to see you here. haha thanks! I hoped for a reaction like that :)


    @Hij: Thank you so much! Do visit again :)

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  19. @Charu: Thanks darl, thrilled to know you liked it!
    And woohoo favorites you say?
    Why, you've always been very kind :)


    @Ezazi: Thankyou :)

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  20. oh!! i am a regular here... and one of your followers too...keep writing!!

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  21. Am humbled, Thank you so much :) I hope I do justice to loyal readers like you!

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  22. i remember reading this. and commenting. but yes, i did not remember the beauty of the words.

    my last comment was, you dont wait for feedbacks when you write a masterpiece.
    ciao.

    btw the display picture on the top, mindblowing. really.

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  23. Oh my God. This is beautiful. :)

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  24. @Mashi: Thankyou thankyou! Chobi ta holo gie ekta bondhu'r barite tola :) Or aar or chotto bhai'er guitar!


    @Raj: Did you,now? Haha thank you. It's good to see you here after so long :)
    Masterpiece?! Not at all! But you've always been kind :)
    And about the header- merci beacoup :)


    @Isha: Thankyou :)

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  25. oyee, that was short and nice.
    btw your blogs banner is awesomeness.

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