Raag Malgunji He held the violin close to his cheeks and closed his eyes. The tears fell on the wood and dribbled away, leaving faint marks on the varnish. “Why do I weep, do you wonder? Were you as lucky as I that I had such a great man as my Guru? No? Then how would you understand? How could you even begin to guess my agony? I was a mere passenger, driven from one mysterious destination to another by Guruji. This love, this adoration, this envy, this admiration - that he had been gifted as I could never dream of being. Holding the timid spirit within me and stroking it, praying that I too would see the music he had seen and hear the signatures of so many beautiful Raags and knowing fully well that it was not to be my destiny this time. But I was glad. To collect the moondust from the sounds he created and sculpt them into little nothings for me to admire alone. The joy of selfishness! The little secrets that I pretended still had veils, which would flutter aside for the smallest fraction of time, to let a thrill of pain and emotion rent my soul.And now he has gone, leaving me and so many more behind. What a wondrous beauty with the striking looks of Rageshree as she moves towards him and the coy blushes of Bageshree as she turns away in shyness and confusion. Only he can really understand her, while we sit quietly and try to make sense of it all. youtu.be/cVzfN4TxquI youtu.be/dkPi6IfMJB8 youtu.be/-b7rk4MmRZ4
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