Vishwakarma’s Hammer

It itched again below his right ear, it was not psychological, medical tests had confirmed it years ago. Prithwi was trying to cross the road to get to the recording studio. It had taken some time for him to learn again how to cross the road again. He had lost his eyesight at the age of eight, more than 20 years ago. “A bad reaction to vaccinations”, as the doctors had put it. The son of the local jeweler and the lone heir to a multi-crore business had absolutely no charm for gleam; the guitar was his solace after he lost his eyesight. Nature had mercilessly taken from him, but in a wicked way of apology imparted him a keen sense of music.

Sambhav was tapping his steel toed shoe on the hard marble on the seventeenth floor of the Bhawani Studios at Nariman Point; Sameer’s puffing away clouds of dense smoke at his face wasn’t helping his impatience this time either. This would be the final time they recorded with Pallavi in the lead solo, he had vowed. Images of them together in throes of ecstasy deep into the wintry nights at his apartment in Borivili had pushed his guilt farther than he could think possible. Perhaps this day holds the key to his..

To be cont’d sometime in the future..