“Khwaab ho tum ya…” wafted through the air and reached his ears, as he sat down to read his morning newspaper. He stopped peering over the newspaper with a magnifying glass and started humming the music as his fingers involuntarily played an imaginary piano in the air. Eyes closed, a smile lingering on his lips, he was a serene picture to behold except for a small tear that rolled down the corner of his eye. Rustom missed his piano and a life as a musician in Hindi film industry.
In the new era, musicians were replaced by electronic music and computers. Regaled into the past, Rustom continued playing at events but once arthritis made his fingers painful and stiff, he had to let go. Today all that was left was albums of pictures from his heydeys and such mornings when an old classic transported Rustom to the bygone era.
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