The voice of the violin

I joined a violin class and for the first time, touched and felt a violin. To someone who doesn't care to know, a violin is just a hollow piece of wood with a few strings attached. But for me, my new violin is alive. The first time I held the bow and pulled it against the string of the violin, what emerged was a screeching wail. I hope it will soon learn to talk.

Every time I watched my precious violin, I could feel the presence of bygone ages and places. The tree that should have given the wood, the horse whose hair adorns the bow, the artist who made it and the ship that carried to Indian shores. Wow, here lies a story that's all the more fascinating coz I will never know it.