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# Metoo # Part 4 In Caption Simon Jingle bells,

# Metoo # Part 4 In Caption Simon Jingle bells, Jingle bells songs have aroused my emotions and blissfulness of the Christ. The applause from the prayer hall made me more humble and showed my gratitude with my polite body language. My eyes looked for my students, especially on Mehta. I had to hide my disappointment on seeing her mother approaching me. She said, Mehta has hurt her fingers while practising and finding it too difficult to practice. I said no problem, since the guitar is old and the strings hurt initially and over a period of time she will get used to it. She continued that her father is worried to send her alone. I understand her concern and suggested that, I would come to their home and teach Mehta. Her eyes looked bright, and I thought she was convinced. After lunch at the church, I went to my room, the clock struck 5 O clock, and the setting Sun has painted the sky with red, orange and yellow. The descending sun grew big and bigger, my eyes popped out to enjoy the beauty of the setting Sun. Mehta came with the guitar and sat on the plastic chair, she said, sorry master I have made you to come all the way to my place". I said ok, put some coconut oil on the fingers and practice, Mehta. She went to the bedroom to apply oil. A pair of sparrows flew and sat on the window grills, I didn't want to pluck the strings and watched them. The sparrows pecked with their beaks each other. The song, "Come on bit closer baby, when two become one', started playing in my mind. Mehta stuck the strings and the sparrows flew away. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the cold wind was blowing through the window. Lightning and thunder have made Mehta nervous. The rain splashed and I closed the window. Suddenly the rooms have become dark and power supply has gone. Few minutes I don't know what happened, Mehta mother came with a candle and was shocked to see my hand holding the hands of Mehta. My whole body jolted with fear and woke up from the bed. My heart was beating fast and loud. It was as if it coming out of my chest and about to fall on the floor. My whole body was shivering and sweating. It was a bad dream. I went near the window and breathed fresh cool air and looked up the sky, there was no dark clouds in the sky, but mind was surrounded by the darkness of fear and it made me cry. I was thinking about myself and my integrity. When women fear and fight to behold there modesty, why not metoo? When we fight for gender equality, men also need to be modest in character and actions. I decided not to throw away my pride, music and integrity for money. ************ #shortstory
# Metoo # Part 4 In Caption Simon Jingle bells, Jingle bells songs have aroused my emotions and blissfulness of the Christ. The applause from the prayer hall made me more humble and showed my gratitude with my polite body language. My eyes looked for my students, especially on Mehta. I had to hide my disappointment on seeing her mother approaching me. She said, Mehta has hurt her fingers while practising and finding it too difficult to practice. I said no problem, since the guitar is old and the strings hurt initially and over a period of time she will get used to it. She continued that her father is worried to send her alone. I understand her concern and suggested that, I would come to their home and teach Mehta. Her eyes looked bright, and I thought she was convinced. After lunch at the church, I went to my room, the clock struck 5 O clock, and the setting Sun has painted the sky with red, orange and yellow. The descending sun grew big and bigger, my eyes popped out to enjoy the beauty of the setting Sun. Mehta came with the guitar and sat on the plastic chair, she said, sorry master I have made you to come all the way to my place". I said ok, put some coconut oil on the fingers and practice, Mehta. She went to the bedroom to apply oil. A pair of sparrows flew and sat on the window grills, I didn't want to pluck the strings and watched them. The sparrows pecked with their beaks each other. The song, "Come on bit closer baby, when two become one', started playing in my mind. Mehta stuck the strings and the sparrows flew away. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the cold wind was blowing through the window. Lightning and thunder have made Mehta nervous. The rain splashed and I closed the window. Suddenly the rooms have become dark and power supply has gone. Few minutes I don't know what happened, Mehta mother came with a candle and was shocked to see my hand holding the hands of Mehta. My whole body jolted with fear and woke up from the bed. My heart was beating fast and loud. It was as if it coming out of my chest and about to fall on the floor. My whole body was shivering and sweating. It was a bad dream. I went near the window and breathed fresh cool air and looked up the sky, there was no dark clouds in the sky, but mind was surrounded by the darkness of fear and it made me cry. I was thinking about myself and my integrity. When women fear and fight to behold there modesty, why not metoo? When we fight for gender equality, men also need to be modest in character and actions. I decided not to throw away my pride, music and integrity for money. ************ #shortstory
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