tinkling keys
its been a rainy sunday so far. there was the Army Half Marathon this morning, but since i wasnt a part of it, i slept through it. couldnt be bothered with anything regarding the army these few days. there's the deadline approaching soon on Tuesday, and though i havent really done anything, i'm not in the least panicked about it. i've been putting off work these few days, and its starting to get kind of boring.
staring at a computer screen all day isnt really all that fun. so i've been spending the past few evenings in the living room with my sketchbook, doodling. normally, there would be joggers or walkers on the road outside, enticing the neighbourhood dogs to bark at them, or the neighbour's kids shouting and screaming or even their grandmother with her ceaseless(loud) complaints about the maid, food, or anything she could think of. but these 2 evenings were a little different. since it was 2 wet evenings, there werent any joggers. the kids most probably stayed indoors, and the grandmother presumeably asleep.
all peace and quiet, the ideal situation to let loose some creative juices that had been lacking for the past 2years. and then, it happened. the rest of the family was still having dinner, and conversations about daily life as well as about the job-hunting adventures of my recently-returned brother. i was in the living room. and the sound of ivory keys entered the surroundings. the other neighbour was practicing on the piano. the sounds of a piano was always soothing to my ears. i used to play the piano too when i was young, but it was much of a 5-minutes craze then. the tinkling of keys interested me, but studies soon came into the way of things. the previous times the neighbour practised on the piano, it was always stuttering, but one could more or less make out the melody. this time though, the melody was seamless and soothing. there seemed to be this situation where the whole surroundings just ceased to exist and all thats around is just the piano piece and you.
the practice session lasted an hour, and that hour, nothing was on the sketchbook.
staring at a computer screen all day isnt really all that fun. so i've been spending the past few evenings in the living room with my sketchbook, doodling. normally, there would be joggers or walkers on the road outside, enticing the neighbourhood dogs to bark at them, or the neighbour's kids shouting and screaming or even their grandmother with her ceaseless(loud) complaints about the maid, food, or anything she could think of. but these 2 evenings were a little different. since it was 2 wet evenings, there werent any joggers. the kids most probably stayed indoors, and the grandmother presumeably asleep.
all peace and quiet, the ideal situation to let loose some creative juices that had been lacking for the past 2years. and then, it happened. the rest of the family was still having dinner, and conversations about daily life as well as about the job-hunting adventures of my recently-returned brother. i was in the living room. and the sound of ivory keys entered the surroundings. the other neighbour was practicing on the piano. the sounds of a piano was always soothing to my ears. i used to play the piano too when i was young, but it was much of a 5-minutes craze then. the tinkling of keys interested me, but studies soon came into the way of things. the previous times the neighbour practised on the piano, it was always stuttering, but one could more or less make out the melody. this time though, the melody was seamless and soothing. there seemed to be this situation where the whole surroundings just ceased to exist and all thats around is just the piano piece and you.
the practice session lasted an hour, and that hour, nothing was on the sketchbook.
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