Sharat loved to sing. He considered himself an accomplished singer. Whenever he got a chance to sing at gatherings, be it at the work place or with friends, he belted out numbers with gusto. He took great pains to procure the lyrics of songs and to practice them regularly until he could sing effortlessly. This state of affairs continued for quite some time. Gradually Sharat noticed that he was not being invited to as many parties and functions as he used to be. He told his mother about how fickle people were and the only reply he got was a slightly strained smile. The trickle of invitations came to a stop ultimately.
Sharat started moping over the fact that he was not being asked to attend any functions by either family or friends. They were perfectly cordial and warm to him when face to face, but not a function was he invited to. He immersed himself in his singing to alleviate the pain of loneliness. After a couple of days of torture, Sharat’s mother took matters into her hands. She gifted him a karaoke set, which was an advanced version. It would give feedback to the singer. Sharat was over the moon. He now didn’t need anyone, he had his karaoke set to keep him company. He carefully chose the first song, a melodious number and started crooning along with the music. As the song ended, the rating was also displayed. ‘Unbearable’ was the verdict by the machine. A couple more times of seeing this on screen and Sharat had had enough.
Nowadays the karaoke machine languishes in the interiors of the store room in Sharat’s house. He’s back to singing with gusto, albeit at home. Citing health reasons his mother has moved in with her daughter. Unperturbed and unshaken by events around him, Sharat is on the lookout for new friends …..
(This is part of the A to Z challenge, where the participants have to blog every day in April, excepting Sundays. The titles of the posts should start with different letters of the alphabet, starting with A on April 1st and moving on sequentially. The theme I’ve selected is Stories. Just hope I can keep up with the ‘march of the alphabets’)