Monday, April 09, 2007
the flute-seller
The notes reach out to me on the 13th floor, I wonder for a moment where they are coming from, and then going to the window, I see a flute-seller. He plays as he walks down our lane flanked by two high boundary walls, but his melodies are hardly going to entice anyone from the tall towers. Surely, the flute-seller is for smaller lanes, smaller houses, where people still hang out of their windows and sit near the doors, and the children play on the streets. With his fan of flutes behind his shoulder, he looks as strange as a peacock would here in Mumbai, and the sweet sounds he coerces out of his flute yearn for more open skies.
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This brings back a lot of summer afternoons. You're rather good when you take time out from being a serial-film-watcher.
It warms my heart to read ur comments :)
there's a blind man who plays flute at peak hours morning at kandivli railway station. you SHOULD go hear :)
the flute seller found my mom. so now sanah has a flute. and she is pleased as punch that she is able to cajole a clear sound out of it.
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