Its a cubical.And there are million other cubicle's surrounding it.And there are equal numbers on all other floors of that office.And inside those enclosed spaces are people working like robots.Its iterative.Its repetitive.They keep working.Like robots.Sam is one of them.He has had enough for the day.He just wants to go home and spend some time with someone.Someone really special who takes away all that pain.Someone who makes him feel happy.That special someone is his guitar.
Its a hospital.Numerous patients and their kins.All worried for different reasons.Some of them recuperating.Others still in pain.This hospital has something different in store for the patients.There are speakers all over the hospital all playing old time instrumentals.The doctors feel that music makes you feed good and when that happens you heal faster.
It's a disc.And oye, it's Friday.People are done for the week and just want to rock with the music and drink on the rocks.The Music makes them energetic.The sound turns electric.The waves do magic and make you shake that something of yours all night.People forget all the mess they are into.It's a totally different world for them.All of them high with happiness and just two words in their minds.Rock on!
Music is definitely the best invention of all times.It helps when you are down.It rocks when you are happy.It comforts when you are heartbroken.It offers company when you are alone.It's soothing.It's healing.It's wonderful.It's magic.It's our lifeline.
2 comments:
liked the title!
and there was a flow in the post; nothing extra-ordinary, but a kinda-beautiful ordinary piece!
@fbp
you know what, thats exactly what i thought when i was done with it :) cheers :)
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