The Flutist

There was once a flutist Who regularly came on a street and started playing his flute. He sold flutes for living. The kids were amused when he came and started playing his flute. The environment around him seemed so light and peaceful while the flutist performed his art.

But after a while, a new family shifted in that locality and soon after that, they got irritated by the flutist coming regularly at the same time and playing his flute.

One day the man of the The family came down while the flutist was playing his flute. He came down and shouted at the poor artist and warned him not to come back in the area. He said that his pregnant wife hated the sound of his flute.

Hence, from the next day, the locality was filled with the noise of the cars and people but missing there, was the calm and peace which the flutist often brought with himself.

After few days, the pregnant lady of the family gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Everything was fine except for the fact that the boy had an hearing issue. He did not respond to sounds perfectly. It was not that he was deaf, but the nerves of his ears did not stimulate to every sound waves it received.

The doctors in the hospital checked the child and said that they would soon start the medications and treatment once the child in few months old as the baby would not be able to handle the medicines so soon. Till then the parents were to take precautions.

After a week, the parents bought the baby home. The happiness of giving birth had changes into sadness because of the fact of this small disability of the child.

They tried few local doctors and other ways but it was almost a month since the child's birth but nothing happened.

One day, during the evening, the man heard the sound of the flute. It was a sweet melody and its volume was gradually rising. He saw outside his windown and saw that the flutist was passing by through his area. Furious with rage, he was about to rush out of the house when he suddenly saw that his son, sleeping in the crib suddenly started crying.

The wife rushed out of her room and picked up the child and started to calm him. She slowly brought him near the window and to her surprise the bow became silent. She was again bring the baby back to his crib when he again started crying. Unable to understand, she again picked him up and started walking in around the room. When she brought him near the window he again stopped crying and became calm.

The parents were surprised. The mother closed the ears of the boy with her hands and to her surprised the boy started crying. He was responding to the sound of the flute. The mothers eyes were filled with tears. She hugged her son. The father's rage disappeared.

He rushed out of his house, not to scold the flutist but to thank him.

The flutist as soon as he saw the man, stopped his flute and started to walk. The man shouted for the flutist to stop. The steps of the flutist became faster and now he was almost running. The father was chasing him, with the intentions to thank him and pay him for what he had done in disguise.

But the flutist unaware of this fact ran towards the road and as he looked back to see if the person was still chasing him, a truck came and struck the flutist. The father stopped in shock. The flutes fell down from his bag.

The man ran towards the flutist who was lying on the ground, holding back his tears as he saw the person who was responsible for curing there child, covered in blood, lying lifeless.

All he was left with, was Regret...

We often understand the value of someone after they are gone. Make them stay before they leave.

Ciao...