Welcome to my first post. I have always wanted to know what corners meant for different purposes in different communities. Some corners have plants, some books, some people prefer artefacts in corners and all such good-feeling stuff but all in nicely maintained rooms. Corners in other living spaces, say at the end of a long verandah or a corner of the wall and the door hinge or frame are generally out of public gaze. There in fact different Indian communities keep different things. Some keep the broom, at least as a Bengali I have more often seen that, some hang a magazine or newspaper holder that's about to fall or tear away. Some forcefully tuck old shoes meant for an emergency on a rather rainy day or for cleaning the dirty service road drain, some others hang the wet dusters if there's a bit of sunshine in the afternoon, or some......we'll this doesn't sound nice, so let's stop.
By now I think a fair idea has been formed about what I intend to say. About 'A corner' that is a pride of the house. Or a corner that is hidden but a necessity. There's a third point of course. These corners also add to the memories of bygone days. These corners have little stories to tell. Yet these corners remain like orphans in a busy metropolis. They are treated like untold stories of physical abuse- visible yet ignored.
In such corners lies the musical instrument. Dusty. Unkempt. Forgotten.
Why do we always need to do this to a musical instrument? If it's not required under any circumstances can't we just donate them to a music school? Think over it. A little more compassion to our unused musical instruments could perhaps help us to be kinder human beings. Sounds music to your ears?
