"You see that window? I could have put in that window frame with the money you spent on that guitar." They all giggled at the mock anger that her father had. Lame jokes about how he could still fit the guitar into the wall where the window would be ...
It was blue in colour. Just like in her dreams. The dreams in which she would have a guitar in her hands and then would not be able to play a single note. Because it had been unplugged or because of some other reason that made sense in her dream and didn't after she woke up. This had become a recurring dream. She dreamed that she knew how to play the guitar but just could not.
After months on end, finally, she brought home her dream blue guitar with love. Books on the guitar and plans to take lessons followed.
But they remained plans.
To this day she has been seeing her dream come true... She has a blue guitar. And she cannot play a single note.
It was blue in colour. Just like in her dreams. The dreams in which she would have a guitar in her hands and then would not be able to play a single note. Because it had been unplugged or because of some other reason that made sense in her dream and didn't after she woke up. This had become a recurring dream. She dreamed that she knew how to play the guitar but just could not.
After months on end, finally, she brought home her dream blue guitar with love. Books on the guitar and plans to take lessons followed.
But they remained plans.
To this day she has been seeing her dream come true... She has a blue guitar. And she cannot play a single note.
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