Today while watching some Nokia advanced phone advertisement on TV,I realised what made us (atleast me,if not my sister) more adamant to learn the piano. My mom's gifts to us,these little light coloured translucent pencil boxes.They had little keyboards that ran on batteries.And also enclosed were small booklets that had pieces like 'London Bridge is Falling Down', 'Three Blind Mice' and a few other songs we already knew by then.And months later my sister started going to classes.And i started learning from her (teacher said i was too young to start so). The Laila Flechters, The Other books ci can remember names of,Susan Aunty,Sr. Edwin and the best of the lot,Indira Ma'am. And now years later, I cannot play anything on the piano(i do not have anything that artist in me,thats a fact!)! I am proud that my sister can.Thankfully there is someone to carry on my mom's artistic streak.
the simplest yet the strongest