Everyday after my hard day`s work when i come home,i just lock myself in my room and let my fingers lide over the strings of my love.
All my friends complain that why don`t i play the guitar among them or with anyone else. I simply don`t like the idea of sharing my guitar with any one else They even mock for showing off,for not having the knowledge of guitar.
But i don`t really care,the comments never bother me,because the guitar is like the lost love which i had been searching my whole life,and now that i have it,i don`t want to share it with anyone else.
I care for it,and the moments we have spend do far. Everyday i come home,with a different mood,but it never fails to cheer me up. The music helped me fight the depression of my studies,it helped me fight the tears of my break-up. When i was lonely and couldn`t sleep at night,it used to listen to my sad songs.
It has been with me for last 5 years,and we both are possessive for each other..
p.s- (sorry for the quality of image,i don`t have my regular camera with me,right now)