The Piano teacher #fictionwriting #fridayfotofiction

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For the last many years , he was teaching piano in the blind school . His heart had slowly developed love feelings for a beautiful , kind girl Megha . Playing and singing hindi romantic songs used to reflect his emotions . The whole school had the inking . He expressed at times but she always gave her disability as reason .

Today also , just before the start of the annual musical evening , he once again opened his heart to Megha but Alas ! A big NO !!

With a doleful heart and teary eyes, he started his performance singing along the piano .

” Ye Raaten Ye Mausam Nadi ka Kinara , ye Chanchal Hawa ………….”

There was complete silence in the auditorium . No applauds , no claps .

Suddenly his saddened heart and bit choked throat twittered Megha , standing in the audience she completed the song

“Kaha Do Dilon ne ki Mil kar kabhi Hum na honge juda ……….”

The hall echoed with cheers.

Linking this post with Mayuri and Tina

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