One size fits none. part 1

It was a bad month. The tourists were low and the city was almost deserted. Babu sat on his usual spot and he played his drums. No one was there but he played , tub tub tubb tub tubb tub . He was playing from his heart. He always played with his heart. He was blind since childhood and the drum was what he had grew up on. He played tub tub tubb tub tubb tub.

God was kind though. He usually earned enough to eat twice in a day and had a small place to stay. With food in the belly, anyone can love art. Blindness doesnt crippled art it increases it. It makes your ears sharper. It makes your tongue crisper and you can sense the core. Its when you are hungry. Thats when its tough to love art. Because hunger survives or makes to try survive. While art makes you grow.

Its not that Babu had no aspirations. He wanted to be a musician but somewhere down the line  "lack of vision " lead to lack of opportunity and in his small city where tourism was the major industry, he fell short.

Babu shoes had worn out a long time ago. He wanted to buy new shoes. But the peak season was still a long time ago away. The question was how is he going to buy new shoes.

He played his drum with sincerity, tub, tub, tubpa tub tub.

Yet week after week the whole situation seemed hopeless. It was hopeless. There was no way he was going to get those shoes.

Till the day he got them. The story is now about how did he get those shoes, it was a journey, nay a pilgrimage to human heart.