Today I went to ABPARA market to get my mother’s glasses fixed. There I heard a voice as if some one is singing on harmonium. I walked few more steps and saw an old man sitting on one side of the footpath, with an old tormented harmonium. He was singing a song in a familiar tune but I could not recognize the lyrics.

He was so old that he could hardly pronounce the words clearly but still he was singing at top of his lungs. He was playing harmonium in a beautiful way that anyone could have been attracted towards the tune and listen to it for a while.

We can not call him a beggar as he was working to get his both ends meet. He was not asking for money to anyone passes by him. He was playing the music and who ever wants to appreciate was giving him money. I do not know why but I did not give him money. I might be too busy with my work that could not think of helping him.

His music had no meaning just because he was sitting in ragged clothes beside the road. He would have been appreciated if he had been belonged to a renowned family. His music would have been appreciated by everyone, unfortunately we live in a world where we fancy things a lot, but it is not.

While I was coming out of the shop I saw a man convincing him to give him his harmonium for a while and take his wristwatch as a debt. He was telling that old man that it is made of gold. I knew he was lying and so did the old man. His body might be old but with all those wrinkles on his face show his maturity and experience he had in his life. What if his talent is recognized by us and we could help him in a better way instead of giving him few pennies.

I came up with an idea that I wanted to share with my readers, what if the art and craft department arranges a show where all such people could have been appreciated and awarded.

For now, you can go to ABPARRA market behind ZEENO’S Tikka and listen to the music that old man is playing all day long.