She watched, mesmerized, as he disentangled the silken cords of the wind chime. Sharp gusts of wind had caused the cords to knot together, and put the beautiful wind chime out of use. His deft fingers smoothed the frayed edges of the cords, and they soon seemed like new, as if they had been touched by magic.
“There. That’s done. All the knots are gone now. Sweet music will flow through this old wind chime again,” he said with a smile, as he hung it up in their balcony doorway.
Choked with emotion, she could only nod. She couldn’t help noticing the similarities between her life and the old wind chime. He had been the one to disentangle the knots in both, and bring in musical notes in both the barren things.
Image source: www.windchime.com
Song for the occasion: Tum aa gaye ho, noor aa gaya hai