It all started when I was eighteen, at a dinner hosted by my parents. Mrs Joel had called up to ask if she could bring her brother David along. He had arrived that afternoon to join a new job in our city. My parents said he was welcome.
As the party progressed, the youngsters present began to sing and dance. David joined in. He asked if he could do a solo number and we cheered him on. Soon we were rolling with laughter as he sang the most hilarious parody I had ever heard. That was definitely the first time I 'noticed' him.
I never met him again for months, till the big Convention. Mr Joel, who was incharge of the choir was conducting auditions. I didn't think I'd make it but I did get into the sopranos. David was singing bass. Singing practice had never been so enjoyable before.
Then the week-long Convention was over. I got busy with college and David with his job and teaching guitar at weekends. It was some time before I ran into him again.
The Youth Fellowship had to conduct the Sunday service and desperately needed someone to sing bass in the choir. One day to go, no luck. We resigned ourselves to what we had.
I had to see to the flower arrangements on the Altar so I carried the fresh blooms into the church. It was empty so I set to work. Did I imagine it or was that a guitar I heard ? I turned around slowly. The pews were unoccupied. I looked further, at the Choir Stand - no one. Ghosts ! I thought and then shook myself. Can't be. This was a new building. That was a reassuring argument.
I walked down the aisle and cautiously peered into the Choir Stand. There on a bench, doubled over his guitar was David.
" It's you," I exclaimed more with relief than surprise. " What are you doing here?" I continued.
" Playing for you," was the simple reply which got me flustered and at a loss for words.
" Oh," I blurted and turned and walked away. What's he doing here was all I could think. He doesn't ever come to church.
That Sunday the Youth Fellowship choir outdid itself with the new bass singer.
It was back to study and exams. I didn't see David for three months. With the exams finished, the Summer holidays loomed over my head.
" Would you like to play the guitar ?" asked Daddy.
" Of course, if I could that is," I laughed.
The next day my mother announced that my guitar lessons would be starting on Saturday. I gaped at her.
" Well isn't that what you wanted ? You better be punctual for practice. Mr Joel is very particular," she said.
On Saturday, as I was getting ready to leave for guitar classes, the doorbell rang. David stood there with a guitar case.
" My brother-in-law will not be able to conduct classes for a while, so he has sent me to teach you at home. And here is your new guitar. Can I come in ?"
I realised that we were still at the door. I mumbled an apology and told him to come in.
At some point the guitar lessons took a backseat as our conversations took over. Then it was cycling, walks, movies, sitting in the coffee-shop nursing our coffees that had long turned cold.
A year later David sang the Hawaiian Wedding Song to me on our wedding night.
The years that followed were full of fun, laughter, song and romance that made the ups and downs that much lighter. Wherever David sang, whenever he sang there was always a special song for me. He would catch my eye across a crowded room and silently dedicate his song to me.
And then the angels came. David joined the heavenly choir above, leaving behind a neverending interlude.
I dredged the past and picked each special moment. Like pearls, one by one I strung them on the thread of melody that had bound us for fifteen years.
When despair threatens to drown me, I shall finger each pearl like a rosary.
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