Suddenly they heard a thud.. Madhav and Kirtana had been engrossed in and relishing the cacophony of the rock-music from their ear-phones creeping into their ear-buds. But this 'thud' had overpowered their favorite 'melodies'. Dropping their ear-phones on the bed in a ferocious fit of rage, the siblings made their way toward the staircase that led upstairs, where the sound, repeating itself over and over again, seemed to be coming from. The tone grew louder and louder as they neared their destination, proving to be a trail to the music-room, the door of which the children shoved open.
The 'melody-makers,' they discovered, were most surprisingly, the tablas at the corner of the room;these were the sole culprits as far as one's reasoning could go, for there was not a trace of human presence in the room. As though in sheer loss of temper, the instruments began banging and clashing against each other, producing a tremendous, low-pitched, yet rhythmic outcome. Madhav and Kirtana were dumbfounded- this was the most unorthodox manner in which they had ever entered the room!
They shifted their gaze towards the left corner of the room to find the sitar strings getting dismantled and rising in thin air, each playing its note to the audibility of the children. The order in which the strings rose tripled the melody that the percussion instruments had produced and created a tranquil atmosphere.
In the very centre of this enchanted room stood a colossal Grand Piano, its naturals and sharps and flats parting ways to form two rows by the Piano. Distinct notes began disintegrating in thin air. It was a splendid sight as pitch swung up from the keys. The three instruments' brilliantly weaved orchestra provoked a thought in the children's heads- Isn't variety a necessity in everyone's life? Post this eccentric encounter with music, Madhav and Kirtana, locking their earphones inside their cupboard for a while, booked tickets for the Carnatic Music Festival the following evening.
The 'melody-makers,' they discovered, were most surprisingly, the tablas at the corner of the room;these were the sole culprits as far as one's reasoning could go, for there was not a trace of human presence in the room. As though in sheer loss of temper, the instruments began banging and clashing against each other, producing a tremendous, low-pitched, yet rhythmic outcome. Madhav and Kirtana were dumbfounded- this was the most unorthodox manner in which they had ever entered the room!
They shifted their gaze towards the left corner of the room to find the sitar strings getting dismantled and rising in thin air, each playing its note to the audibility of the children. The order in which the strings rose tripled the melody that the percussion instruments had produced and created a tranquil atmosphere.
In the very centre of this enchanted room stood a colossal Grand Piano, its naturals and sharps and flats parting ways to form two rows by the Piano. Distinct notes began disintegrating in thin air. It was a splendid sight as pitch swung up from the keys. The three instruments' brilliantly weaved orchestra provoked a thought in the children's heads- Isn't variety a necessity in everyone's life? Post this eccentric encounter with music, Madhav and Kirtana, locking their earphones inside their cupboard for a while, booked tickets for the Carnatic Music Festival the following evening.
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