The Man, the Music, the Life

The man was standing by the lighthouse with his focus firmly on the instrument he was holding. The decrepit looking lighthouse was no more in use, time had exonerated it from its duty, nor it had much to contribute to the beauty of the beach. But, it was still there, becoming a part of nature, so much that its existence as a separate entity ceased to exist.

The man was standing by its side, with an old violin in his hand. The lighthouse at the backdrop was a perfect match to the worn out trousers and an oversized shirt he was wearing, the squalor together producing a painting, much like a surreal one from Dali. The sun was taking its time to sink down into the deep blue water, giving a golden-orange hue to everything coming into its realm.

On a single bench out there on the beach, a lissome silhouette could be seen. Anyone could detect it as that of a female, who sat there with her two hands resting on the knees, savouring the beauty of the sea, the sun, and the sand.

But a closer examination of her sitting posture would reveal something more. With her shoulders stooping and head a little down, she was not looking at the rushing waves, she was contemplating, her mind surged with a myriad of emotions.


Ruby’s Soliloquy

I had no idea what to do, or where to go next. The experience of the last few hours had sapped out all the energy. It’s not like that I’m physically devastated, but the psychological stress, the emotional tampering are hurting me more. I’m feeling like a ship without direction. Yes, living together with my boyfriend was my decision, nobody compelled me, nobody thrust their desire upon me or tried moulding me, not even Rohan.

On this very day, one year ago, we decided to shift together to a 1 BHK flat. It was a big decision for a middle-class girl belonging to a conservative family and having fed with a litany of tedious rituals, ethics, and tradition from her childhood. Still, I felt the urge inside, I wanted to spend every moment of life with him, being in love was such an amazing feeling!

I never felt penitent of my decision, in spite of the critical opprobrium I faced from my family, I stood strong. I believed in myself, my faith, and my conviction. And, above all, I trusted my man, Rohan. No, Rohan didn’t ditch me, he never ever would do that. The past year was the happiest one of my life. I woke up every morning with his fingers caressing my lips, his masculine smell driving me crazy whenever he touched me. I felt complete within his arms, my mind singing a hundred happy tunes in unison with him.

It was all hunky dory until this morning. Rohan said that he would be shifting for a couple of weeks to his friend’s place as his parents were coming to Mumbai. To my utter bewilderment, he assured me that this would be just a temporary settlement, his parents know about our relationship, they would drop in here to have a conversation with me. I still didn’t get his point. If all were fine, then why was he moving to some other place?

Irritated, he stopped beating around the bush and told me, he didn’t ever inform his family about our live-in relationship.

Oh! What a hypocrite! He was ashamed of being in this relationship all the way through, his morality, his pride, and above all, the flaccidity of his character have blocked him to reveal our relationship. A relationship for which I fought with my family…my people! Love is nothing but a four-letter-word! It’s the one word too often profaned.

I felt asphyxiated.

I felt like a trussed chicken.

I felt like a victim.

And, then, I went berserk.

I left ‘our’ apartment with all my belongings. Let him live with his hubris, I thought. I went to one of my colleague’s house and remained defiantly taciturn in spite of all her queries. I know nobody would probably support me with my decision. Everything is perfect according to others. Women adjust in a million ways to have a happy married life. In my case, it’s just a little chicanery on my part.

But I’ve my own philosophy and wisdom. I hate hypocrites. I want to cry, I want to scream for losing Rohan, but nothing is coming out. Oh, Rohan! Why did you lack the chutzpah? Why did you fail to respect me? Love, respect, trust, friendship- all these are concocted together to make a perfect relationship. You failed me, Rohan, it’s my failure.
Still, I can’t live without you, I’m already feeling alienated from this world, I can’t keep going with my life alone…I can’t….

What a conundrum, see, Rohan! Neither I can live with you nor I can live without you. A perfect cul-de-sac. There remains only one option left…..


The man by the side of the lighthouse suddenly watched a female figure walking slowly towards the sea. The sun moved downwards into the sea a little more with the waves romping in the molten gold. The slowly moving silhouette created a mesmerizing view. The man felt an uncontrollable urge to add a little melody to this magical canvas of nature.

Ruby was approaching to the waves as if in a trance. She was not looking at anything. A blank, glass-like eyes made her look like a marionette. She had only one thought…the final one…

Suddenly, a tune made her pace slower. That was not a popular song or music, but an eternal one. She knew it, recognized it instantly and, her heart skipped a bit.The intensity and power of the four-note motif stopped her and jolted her back to the present.
She stood there, rooted, soaking in the music through every inch of her body. It was Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5; she neither had any idea nor did she want to know who was creating the magic. All she knew that the Fifth was ameliorating her wounds, her pains, and sufferings. The balmy effect soothed her down; the passionate outpouring came to a halt as she could feel warm teardrops moisturizing her parched cheeks, and perhaps, her soul.

She turned back. With the sun behind giving its last kiss to the world, she was returning to the shore, to life.


Several kilometers away, Rohan just stopped the music player. He was listening to Ruby’s favourite, the Fifth in the C minor; the spontaneous flow of the musical phrases made him visualize the struggle of the individual and the Fate, and the final cadence, the triumph!

He wanted to make a confession to his parents. Determined, he dialled his dad’s number.

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105 responses to “The Man, the Music, the Life

  1. Reading you is an utter delight, Maniparna. The vivid imagery, the details–I could visualise every word. Music is indeed food for the soul. And I love happy endings.🙂

  2. So nicely presented the gripping story and the effect of music on our lives, Maniparna.. One of the best Posts, I read these days!

  3. You have weaved your magic yet again Mani🙂
    Music could connect souls and bring people back to life and love. Their souls must have been so much in sync for all this to have happened at the right time in the right manner. A refreshing read.

  4. Brilliant and compelling narration. Through your writing, you’ve tapped the emotions so well and the hypocrisy of not owning a relation, living a fake cum cowardice existence.

  5. This story of love and mixed messages was well written, Maniparna. I felt saddened and agreed with the female character that she had risked and fought with family and expected that her loved one had, too. Upon hearing the truth she felt betrayed. I would have “cleared out and left!” I am an emotional, sometimes impulsive woman.
    As the Violinist played his music I was hopeful, maybe a person to comfort her. Little did I expect Rohan to appear, calling his parents in the end! So happy that the tale was complete with a satisfying ending. Simply romantic in all senses of the word, Maniparna. Hugs, Robin xo

    • I would have “cleared out and left!” – same here, Robin. But this girl, Ruby, was deeply in love and found it difficult to accept the break-up. I wanted to end the story happily, so finally, both of them changed their minds for the good.🙂

      Thanks for reading and sharing your beautiful thoughts. As always, your comment made me smile…🙂

  6. This is a beautiful story; lovely description as well as message. Music, esp. classical music has
    great powers to heal, transform and help us connect to our true selves so as to walk the right path.
    Your story depicts the dilemma faced by unsure modern relationships where there is supposed intimacy but meaning of commitment is not yet understood. Of course it all comes with time and insight, and yet that’s where societal rituals have a role to play.

    • You are right, Alka. Especially in India, societal rituals have a great role to play. Though time is changing, but we still have a long way to go…🙂

      Classical music can heal us and transform our mind as well…🙂
      Thank you so much for dropping by and reading….

  7. Wow – Maniparna – Please allow me to thank you for your words. I was deeply touched reading this post. this means a lot to me. Congratulations on such elegant post!

  8. Wonderfully written piece, I loved the ending, very clever. Music is the perfect counterpoint to emotions, your words reflect that wonderfully.

  9. Great reading, dear Maniparma…
    I like the way the characters get intertwined among nor less than Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5… and how Fate, memories, the present and future seem to be juxtaposed all throughout that melody and the shadow of the man, standing by the lighthouse…
    Congratulations and thanks for sharing. Aquileana⭐

  10. Well presented, Maniparna. Music indeed heals the wounds of soul. Like the concept of synchronicity in the story. The merging/contrast of background environment with Ruby’s mood is smooth. Love the quote: “Love, respect, trust, friendship- all these are concocted together to make a perfect relationship.”

  11. Music has greatr power.. IT can move people I tell you.. I know because I think I am different person in my car when driving to work .. for that One hour I am away from everything …

    and yes I can think better tooooo

    WOW.. What a narration Mam… Awesome

  12. What a captivating narration, Maniparna! Music does indeed have the power to make people reflect and reconsider. On life and the various choices and decisions we have to make. Beethoven should get credit for all the good that is about to come in this young couple’s life🙂

  13. Beautiful Maniparna, I loved Ruby’s soliloquy – very powerful and the emotions are conveyed in a strong manner. Rohan so far seems like a selfish bum, but the story has gained massive impact on Ruby’s character – it is not sympathy but admiration, respect for the strength in her character which is so subtly and beautifully portrayed in this one.

  14. A story so beautifully written. Comparison of the dysfunctional lighthouse with the man’s torn shirt and trousers builds up the interest which is maintained throughout with the vivid description that follows. The written words make the whole scene come alive. The dilemma of keeping a relationship under wrap or acknowledging is a tussle between practicality and conviction. You have given a perfect ending to the story with Rohan deciding to stand by his actions.

  15. Whew!

    I came back to the shore, to life, with Ruby! Thank God for the music!

    Don’t know what I liked best! The detailed backdrop, accentuating the gray mood of a dejected girl or the unrelated character of the violinist! It was so superbly narrated, weaving my favorite Beethoven creation and with such a happy ending! Initially I hated Rohan for the worm he was. But, by the end I commiserated with him. It’s truly difficult to make decision against the grains of tradition!

    In short, I just loved the story! Very beautiful!

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