She opened the text from our apartment group and it read: "We have got a new pianist in our apartment and she's willing to teach children of apartment at free of cost. Any parents who is willing can send their child, cam go ahead, the classes would be around 12 noon to 1. It will take place at the musical room 404 near to gym."
I had always been an ardent fan of playing instruments and so did this piano grabbed my attention. Before I could even ask mom for permission she allowed me to go. Obviously I was happy. ..
Unfortunately, I couldn't attend the first two weeks of classes, cause we had to go to village for a wedding of our close relative, but my mom couldn't accompany us cause of her hectic schedule. .. 18 July 2020 The day when we came back, I went to the class, but in the group it was notified that "there is no class today." I felt sad and carried on with my work.
19 July 2020 7.15 am
The next day again, Early morning around 8.00 the milkman of house 402 where the teacher lived, said: "Sir, Sir 402, 402" in a shivering voice to the watchman. "402, 402? What happened there? Complete the sentence?" He asked back tensed. "Actually, the house is locked, neither their slippers are found outside, but I could hear someone playing piano in, I tried pressing calling bells numerous times but no one opened the door, Sir" said the milkman in a low pitch-afraid voice. "What? What are you even saying? I am the night shift watchman for today, I was awake all night, I didn't even close my eyes for a second, no one went out today... *2 mins of silence* But I remember opening gate for a couple who went for midnight show, yes yes! It was them who went out to theater at 23.45, they spoke to me and said it was a night show and they will return back by 1.30 am but they didn't come back yet I guess."
( Meanwhile, one tenant who has come for jogging has heard all this and spreads this news to the entire apartment, Within a fraction of seconds almost all the people living in 99 house of the 3 blocks apartment is gathered around the security's room. They were all questioning tge security in fear like anything.)
19 July 2020 8.45am
After n number of snoozes in my alarm, I woke up for my 11 o clock online class. Did my morning mandatory stuffs and prepared my coffee, usually standing in balcony amidst the plants and gazing at the nature surrounded my apartment is how I begin my day. I did the same today also. To my surprise neither my mom nor dad was in the house. I didn't take it much serious cause I thought they would be engaged with their works. As I stood in the balcony I saw a crowd shouting and questioning the security. I also saw my parents in the crowd. I immediately ringed to their mobiles, but they didn't pick it, to my surprise my notification bar rose to an mobile-about-to-burst-situation because apartment whatsapp group had 486 texts to be exact. I started to read the texts which let me know the situation that the piano teacher and her family is missing, and the irony is that a piano music is still audible from her house. Now chaos was the only thing my mind had stacked up. It was only yesterday that I came from my native and already so much stuffs are going around me. Myself and my apartment mates went to the crowd, to know the happenings.
After a hours of long searching for her and rings to her mobile, she was not reachable through any mean. "Certainly, "MURDER" was the only word echoing in each of our apartment members mind which made us even more panick.
Since it was suspicious that it could be a murder, none of the tenants nor anyone else went inside the music room.
19 July 10.40 am
Police officers were called, in between the time they come. We were looking at the CCTV footage of 16 July from 12 noon, because that's when she was last seen by children. The security along with 3 men got into the control room and checked it, but nothing doubtful evidents was found. I and other of friends of mine were also there, But I felt something wrong is going on.
All of sudden, I remembered watchman saying that "A couple went to a midnight show but didn't return and it was of the ones who were living in 402, but after the 12.00 class of 16 July, piano ma'am hasn't come out of the room, How is that even possible?" I questioned them.
Police officers entered our apartment at the right time. I explained them all the questions that rose in my mind, they checked the CCTV footage and took a record of what the night shift watchman said, that he witness them around 23.45 pm. Before getting into the room, they also checked the CCTV that happened on 18 July 23.45 pm. Since it was night the face wasn't that visible and also only one person has went out on that day and it seemed to be the couple in their car.
19 July 11.00 am
Seeing me figuring out things happening regarding the mystery, the police called me to accompany him to the piano room 404. My mom hesitated because she didn't want me to get indulged in this piano case. But, the police compelled me to come with him to help him find things, along with us 2 police woman also came. All the people now stood in the 2nd floor 402 and 404.
Before finding evidence in the piano room, instead the police tried to see the piano teacher's house. So that there might be possibilities of finding any clue there. Police got spare key from security and went inside I did also go in. The house was so neat and tidy. We went inside the piano room of her house, there were only few notes kept on the notes holder of the piano, it was a electric piano and it was set to be play automatically, because no one was there in the house.
The very next room was 404, the music room of our apartment. The police got in, but this seemed to be a little suspicious. It had blood stains all over the floor and even over the piano keys the keys were soaked in water, tears maybe. In between two keys blood river was flowed. This made the police confirm that she has been murdered. I was standing near the piano and the police asked me: "Did you get any clues?" "No Sir" I replied. As I walked forward I felt like I stamped something, I bent down and to my surprise it was my mother's bracelet I am pretty sure that it is my mothers and no one could ever have this, because she customized it for herself in the gold shop, in which she wanted a FJ embedded on it, because she is "Florence Joy" and the bracelet had the same FJ on it with red stains over. I looked at her face, she was all sweating, I could see the tension on her face. (After some calculations in my mind, she didn't come with us to the wedding, and a day before we return the teacher has been murdered.) Now I concluded that the murderer was my very own mother, but Why should she would've did it?
Every time I hear mellifluous Notes being played on the piano forte I become nostalgic and my whole world Turns into an unbearable grey I keep wondering how from my life I let you get away I keep picking out the dried petals From the flowers of my memory’s bouquet Somehow my sticking by your side loyally Caused you to quietly stray I clung onto you while you cunningly Like slippery sand refused to stay With a broken heart and soiled dreams I live on from day to day Wondering how life went from sunny ones To dreadful Black Fridays
As my fingers starts to play the piano keys, the familiar tune starts to fill this empty room. The same tune I played at your wedding, that same tune your bride started to walk down the aisle to. I still remember that day as it happened today, Your guests stood up from their seats and their murmures grew louder with each step she took to you, "oh look,how beautiful she is... she is just made for him... their babies will be so pretty. The god has made her just for him" A silent tear escaped from the corner of my eye, I couldn't lift my hand up and wipe it away. I couldn't numb the heaviness that was growing in my stomach, So I kept playing , the soft piano keys, I was sure they felt the coldness of my fingers and the pain that I was trying to cover. As she was gloriously walking down the aisle, tangled in her father's arm like a little girl, I was jelouse that my father wasn't there to comfort me,.to tell me that I was going to be okay, That I just needed to be strong. You were the only one who was sometimes a father to me,sometimes a brother to me and even sometimes the only person who saved me when I needed to be saved. Despite you were all of that to me, I wondered what I was ever to you. was I just another summer fling? was I anything serious to you? Did I ever mean anything to you like you did to me? Those were the question I couldn't find answers for. So I kept playing the melodic tune which you composed to be played for your bride. I was sad yet happy for you. Because your parents had found the perfect girl for you. She was rich and she was the key to all your famliy's problems. If only you had told me that you were just the bait, and I was the prize you paid to fulfill your parents's dreams, I would not have had to suffer this much. I would have understood what you did and why you did. I would not have to had hated you nor blamed you. When I finally gathered up my courage to lift my eyes to see your face, I thought you were crying happy tears just to see her walking down to the alter dressed in a sparkling white dress looking like a goddess, that you were happy over the moon beacuse she was finally going to be yours, but now I realize I was wrong. As I stop running my fingers on the piano keys, as the tune suddenly dies , my eyes catch the tiny writings you've written in black ink under the music scales that's been smudged by my tears, How did I not notice it the day you were shedding your most painful,saddest and heartbreaking tears? How was I so clueless to know that you were sacrificing your happiness? That you were crying cause you were in pain that it wasn't me ? cause in your messy handwritings you've written, "I wish it is you walking down the aisle dressed like the most beautiful bride in the world, I wish it is you whom I'm pledging my vows to, I wish it is you who I tie myself to with this golden ring, I wish it is you I spend my life till death do us part, It's killing me that I'm not lucky enough to be with you, this is what my destiny has written for me, maybe you're not meant to be mine in this life, but I promise you that I'll make you mine in next life, till then keep my heart safe with you, even though I'm gone with her today, I'm leaving my heart with you forever"
lovesmessengerYour words created a beautiful perfomance. The detailed and imagery was superbly done. Written so well that I could experience this poem like a scene in a movie. Your wondrous writing has once again put me in awe. For as he plays his piano in harmony from your word's imagery. The audience gives a standing ovation! Beautifully done!