The man took me to the early ninetiesAlthough yesterday and today are Gazetted Holidays, I have been attending office to complete the year-ending exercise. Today, when I got down from the car in front of our residence, I suddenly started feeling good. In the afternoon, the weather was pleasant. A cuckoo was cooing in a tree. A group of parakeets flew away. Small children were playing in the small ground. And a flute-seller was playing a beautiful tune.
I didn't hear the tune earlier. It was very sweet - most probably a tune of the hills of Uttarakhand or Himachal. The young children stopped playing and surrounded the flute-seller. He again played the same tune and sold two flutes to the children.
His tune took me back to 1990s. I went to a carnival (Mela) in Birbhum district of West Bengal. There were many attractions for the children in the carnival. But a flute-seller was standing in one corner of the big ground and playing a beautiful tune. Around ten children surrounded the flute-seller forgetting all other attractions of the carnival.
Even small children understand the beauty of sweet tunes. They forget everything and stand mesmerized when they listen to melodious music. The singer or musician must have had the ability to attract them.