*Acceptance and Solace*

Two friends were listening and singing songs at high volume, from the English Rock to Jazz, the songs buzzed all throughout the afternoon at their place. Through this time, two woodcutters were silently working in the veranda as renovation was going on. One of them started music on his mobile phone, a song in one of the Indian regional languages. 

One of the two friends came out to grab a water bottle from the refrigerator and crossed the veranda, and could hear the song played by the woodcutters. As a reaction he screamed at the top of his voice, “Stop it now!” with a stern look appareled on his face. The song stopped playing, and he got back to his room, narrating the incident to his other friend. On hearing this the other friend stopped the music in their room as well. “Play it, what happened?”, asked the friend in confusion. “How does it feel?”, was the reply! The atmosphere went numb. 

Both of them left the room to catch the sight of the woodcutters. They were young men, working their best on their craft under the hot sun. The boys sat and watched them for sometime. As they stopped their work to have lunch, the boys saw how they took out their tiffin, and used a newspaper to keep their chapati’s. They were smiling, and when one of them finished the lunch, after washing his hands, laid down for few minutes by the side of his friend and stayed their until he completed his meal. 

Those eyes talked with grace, familiarity of what the either one of them liked. They were comfortable in each other’s presence, and didn’t ask for anything. Even the harshness ushered by one of the boys from the household didn’t take away their peace. Soon the sun was setting, dusk was approaching and they were preparing to leave. That day, left in thoughts and introspection, the boys didn’t do anything else. 

When the woodcutters were leaving after saying, “Achcha bhaiya, hum jaa rahe hai,”  (okay brother, we are leaving) the two boys asked them together— “Kya ek cup chai pi le sath me?”, (can we have tea along) and four of them sat together to share stories from their own worlds over tea. The woodcutters described the inheritance of folk songs in their culture, while the two friends discussed the English Rock and Jazz. Acceptance was more easy as it brought peace to their mindset. The four of them were lovers of music, and considerate of one another choice with respect!
——
Gagandeep Singh Vaid


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