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PIANO LESSONS THAT NEVER EXISTED!
It was a dark and lonely night. I was returning from the Piano lessons. Due to the intensive practice, my fingers were aching. I don't know why Mr. Harsh made me practice so much. Yes, I was interested in learning Piano but not at this pace. From the first day itself, I found him a bit weird. I don't know if my mind was playing games with me or it was actually so. But then, why didn't mom and dad find him weird?
I had not reached home yet. It was chilling outside. Huh! A light was reaching me! It was getting huge and huge as it was coming nearer and nearer. I was terrified. What was that? I hated the location of the Piano school. It was in the centre of the forest. What made Mr. Harsh build a school at this strange place where no man came? Wait — I didn't really have time to think about all this! What was the strange light!?
In the darkness, I couldn't make out what was creating that light. I started running backwards — faster and faster! But I could make out that the person behind that light had a greater speed than me. IT WAS REACHING ME! Now it was just a matter of a few seconds and whoosh! I am dead!
"Huh! No, I am not! Why is this man resembling my mother? Alas! It's mom!" She had come to pick me up because it was too cold outside. "Thank god — I'm alive!" was the only thought in my head.
So, While in the car, I asked mom, "Don't you find Mr. Harsh a bit weird?" The reply was as usual. "I'm glad you have him as your teacher. Any problems?" "No mom! He just said my hands were beautiful with a weird look, a bit too strange!" was my reply. But she shut me up by telling that it was a nice praise. I knew it! No one ever understands me!
Next day was school. I met my best friend — Numera. I told her about me going to Mr. Harsh's school on which she strangely reacted. She told that the school was haunted. Yes, I was afraid but I didn't want to show that to her. She asked me if anything was weird there. Yes it was! The school was a maze which was too confusing and only the heavy noises of pianos were heard. I wonder if the other children went back to home or not. Yes, all this was very strange, but yo hide my scary thoughts, I just said that the school was nice. She started ignoring me after that, feeling scared.
In the evening, I had to go for the lessons. I really didn't want to. When I started playing the piano that day, I really felt like someone was controlling my hands. When I wanted to stop, my hands weren't getting of it. They were trembling. But Mr. Harsh kept repeating that fishy line — My hands were beautiful — like he wanted them for dinner. All these thoughts were making my head burst but before that could happen, we reached the Piano school.
I bid a goodbye to mom feeling that Mr. Harsh would eat my hands today and I'll be dead. I entered the school — darkness all around, as expected. I could only see a faint shape of everything. As on that day, I could hear the loud banging of pianos from hundreds of rooms. I saw another room with "DON'T DISTURB" written on it. I was going to open it when the monster-sweeper jumped on me. I was terrified. It really didn't look like a sweeper. I moved around the corridor for another half-an-hour but each and every place seemed the same. Then Mr. Harsh saw me and took me to my room. As the door shut, all thd banging noises vanished. I let out a sigh of relief.
He told me to play what he taught me in the last class. I started playing and he started repeating that annoying line. So, in between playing the music itself, I startled him by telling him what Numera had told me. Astonishingly, my hands stopped and his face became red. I also asked him why all the other children practicing in their respective rooms never went back home. He caught hold of my hand and held it tightly. The grip tightened more and more. I kicked him and started running. He ran right behind me. He was going to reach me. I turned from corridor to corridor to get to the exit. I saw the that mysterious gate. I opened it in haste and what I saw then was hilarious. There were hundreds of hands playing hundreds of pianos. But only hands, no legs, no bodies, ONLY HANDS! All the music of these pianos got mixed up in the air which was returning in a harsh noise.
Just then, Mr. Harsh was behind me. He started laughing coldly. A shiver ran through my body. Half-laughing, he told me that these were the hands of his old students. All he wanted was hands to play his pianos. Without wasting any time, he took my hand, this time very tight, and took his knife. Huh! This couldn't happen! I couldn't die now! There was no escape! That knife was reaching my hand and lo! I got a tight slap right on the face (by mom). It was eight minutes past 7. I would get late today! It is the first time that I am happy getting a slap!
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The Obstacle In Our path ✨
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. He then hid himself and watched to see if anyone would move the boulder out of the way. Some of the king’s wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it.
Many people loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none of them did anything about getting the stone out of the way.
A peasant then came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to push the stone out of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.
After the peasant went back to pick up his vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been.
The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King explaining that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.
Moral of the story:
Every obstacle we come across in life gives us an opportunity to improve our circumstances, and whilst the lazy complain, the others are creating opportunities through their kind hearts, generosity, and willingness to get things done.