Music

Amu woke up late that day, she had slept late the previous night. It being a Sunday morning, she sat in the balcony with the news paper and coffee.
For some reason her attention was drawn to the obituary column. It reported the death of some music director, the name seemed familiar, she continued to read on. It was the director who had tuned one of her favorite songs. This was the one song which could calm her in the most tense situations, everytime she couldn't sleep all she had to do was listen to it and she would sleep like a baby. Each time she would travel alone, she would play the song and sing along. It always seemed to her that the song was made for her. She knew nothing about the musician who tuned the song, she had googled just to know who it was.  Somehow it didn't matter, just the music was enough, she felt some sort of inexplicable connection.
Amu continued to read, she realised that it was not just that one song, somehow several of her playlist songs were by the same guy and she never realised. These were songs which were totally unrelated, belonging to different time periods. She thought there was no connection whatsoever, but as it turned out to be, there was. Never had she bothered to know the musician, leave alone follow him but as it turned out, they were always connected, through music.
She felt she should have known earlier, she shrugged. May be it wouldn't have mattered. She started playing the song, she needed some peace. May be it was not made for her but it definitely found its meaning in her.