The Maestro

     As the maestro tapped his flute, his three students watched him eagerly. They patiently waited for his daily lessons and the tune of his simple flute that soothed them to oblivion. And thus the maestro began playing his flute. The first tune out of it made the three to attention. Maestro played with his eyes closed, stopping at each important note to explain its significance. He tapped one of the three on his head to bring him to attention. Slowly the magical sound began to pick up its tempo. Years of experience and love for the flute made him a master of the art. As the sweet sound filled the ears of the mesmerised students, they got lost in a trance. This is what they wait for everyday. They closed their eyes and dropped their chin and rested it on their limbs. As if in a prayer, worshipping their guru. They forget everything when the maestro plays his flute. He is God to them. He is the shepherd. It helps them to forget all the pain in the world. Maestro taps again on their heads to bring them to attention. They have been his students for a long time now. He rates them the best he has got. He just wishes that one day they will play like him, and he will sleep to the end of his life listening to them. But that will need years of work. He looked at their droopy eyes. Their love for him was obvious in their sad eyes. He smiles, and continues to play his flute. The sweetness of sound envelopes the four into cocoon,sheltering them from all the vagaries of life and all that is going around them.
         It was not until someone passing by, heard the maestro's flute. He threw some coins at his feet and went on to his daily work. Maestro hates that. He let the coins lie there on the footpath and picked up his things and a bitter mind. He needs to find a quieter place where he will be left alone with his students. The vagabond left the busy intersection with the students closely following him, wagging their tails.