Vicky is one of the most famous guitarists and amazing poets in the town. His voice is mesmerizing as are his words. He is a philosopher too sometimes, who could touch the floors of our hearts, with his impeccable theories. His songs were built on the same philosophical theories, which can’t be seen through a simple pair of eyes. He can feel the beauty of the world around him. In every aspect, he enjoys his life.
One can find him at the beach anytime. Clinching his eyes tight, with pounding nerves at his neck, just as if praying the sky itself, he raises his head singing out loud. He won’t bother the people around him, he don’t care. Why would he when he had a separate world? The only thing he knows is to offer his prayer to the great sea surging onto the beach before him.
He sits silently on the beach, zips off his guitar cover and places it beside him, and takes the jumbo guitar into his lap. As if taking all the sea breeze in, he inhales, and lets out a heart full smile. Locking his long hair behind his studded ear, he strums his favourite guitar chord ‘C’.
He lets out his fears, tears, his coldness, and his loneliness before the sea. He weeps sometimes. In the same time, he laughs out and spends all his day before it, singing or talking to his ‘friends’.
He says that the sea is his only best ‘friends.’
Everyone knows him in the town, and he too has a few human friends in the town, with whom he prefers to spend a bit less time.
“Why do you sit before the sea all the day?” one his friends, Lalitha asked him, for which he just smiled. “Come on, why do you sit before it?” she probed.
He didn’t say the reason, but said something unacceptable. “Sea is not ‘it’, Sea is ‘them’.” He said, zipping his guitar bag and taking his walking stick to leave home.
“Them?” Lalitha frowned in confusion, gazing at the sea.
“Yes, of course.” He said, wearing his guitar on his back, leaving. “Sea is ‘them’.”
“But, but how?”
With a chocking smile, he turned back towards the sea. “Can’t you feel?” he asked, placing his palm on Lalitha’s thin shoulder. “Sea is not just a sea. It is the combination of waves and still water.” He started explaining to her. “The still water is the bold husband, who stands fearless, courageous and royal, and the wave is the wife which is always possessive.”
Getting interested in the topic, Lalitha asked, “Possessive?”
“Yes, very. That is why she never allows anyone or anything alien to get mingled with her husband. Throw a stone in, it returns it to you, may be somewhere else. Not even a stone she permits to get inside her husband’s heart.”
“Beautiful,” Lalitha said, looking towards the sea with Vicky’s sense. “Then, what does this king do?”
“He,” Vicky moved a bit towards the sea, “He loves his wife much than what his wife do.” He paused, “Not for a second he can leave his wife. He keeps on dragging her towards him, the every single time she goes away to throw off the intruder.”
“Great love,” Lalitha muttered.
Vicky, inhaling for one last time that day, was walking back.
“Vicky,” she called, keeping up with him. “How can you see so much even though you are blind?”
Laughing out loud, “If a lifeless thing can have the never-ending love story, why couldn’t a blind man see it?” he asked.
Lalitha did not answer.
“I don’t see that with eyes Lalitha,” he said. “I see that with my heart. I hear their bickers with my ears. They are so much romantic sometimes. And finally, the couple plays a much better and beautiful music than me. I lose every time when I compete with them.”