Love And Magic Part 1 (Pls Crit)

I was sitting at the feet of my dear grandfather. It was what I loved most in the world. Sitting at his feet and hearing about his amazing adventures. He had had a life like no other person that I knew.
This Sunday afternoon was another such occasion. As I listened, I noticed that he had a strange seriousness that I had never noticed before.

"I was still a young man when I decided to walk over to the next village. I had never been there before and I felt adventurous. When I came to the top of a rise, I saw below me a cart and horse that had become stuck in a swollen river. I could see that they needed help.
After I had waded, knee deep in the water, up to the driver's seat, I came face to face with the driver. He was an old man with a flowing white beard and white unkempt hair. When he saw me his eyes opened wide in total surprise and he said strange words to me.
"Dear God. You have come to me here? Now in my last few days, here you come out of nowhere. Do you know how long I've waited for you."
"What do you mean, Uncle? "

"My dear boy, I've no time to explain all that now. Let me show you instead. Let me show you why I have waited for you all these years. Listen to me. Can you see my horse? How does he look to you?"
"Uncle, he's the most tired looking horse that I've ever seen. He seems to be on his last legs. He'll never be able to pull you out of here. That's what he looks like to me."
"Ah! So you've seen that with your own eyes, have you?"
"Yes Uncle."
"Good. Now watch this carefully. Don't take your eyes off that horse. Just keep on looking at him."

Out of the corners of my eyes, I saw him reach out towards a box behind him and lift out a sturdy looking leather case out of which he took out a beautifully made violin. It was made of a rich nut brown wood. Its exquisite workmanship simply demanded one's full attention. I could not help myself. I had to stare at it.
The old man turned to look at me earnestly.
"Son! Now do what I tell you? Just keep your eyes on the horse, please."
I did as he asked. As I stared at the drooping ears of the horse, I began to hear the most heavenly music coming from next to me. It was the old man playing. I did not dare turn to look at him.

I'm glad that I kept looking at the horse because what I saw was amazing beyond belief.
It seemed to grow 3 inches taller, its coat became shinier and it began to toss its head around like an Arab steed. Incredibly and suddenly without hesitation, it pushed forward against the harness and the cart began to move easily out of the water and up the bank on the other side.
"You saw that my son?"
"Yes Uncle. I saw it but I can't believe it. It was amazing, Uncle."
"What is your name, boy?"
"It's Taboor, Uncle.
"Well Taboor, I have to tell you this. I'm sad to say it but my last days are near. My beautiful wife, Roohina, lies buried in the next village and I've now come here to be with her for always."

I looked up at him anxiously. I had, in this brief period, become fond of him.
"No wait, Uncle. I'll quickly go and get some medicine. Tell me what you need, Sir."
"No no dear boy. It's not an illness. I just that I want to be with her. I'm coming home to be in her arms for always. We had a love like no other. It was more a magic than a love. A magic like you will have one day."
My eyes opened in amazement.

"Me, Uncle. Why me? "
"It's all to do with the eyes. Do you know that there are people with a certain look in their eyes? In them one can see a depth ... a spirituality. Call it a belief in magic. And you have those eyes, my son. Yes, you have them. "
When we arrived at the village a half hour later, we found a suitable lodging. I went out and found food for us both. I used my own money. I did not have much but I wanted to help the old man. After our small meal, we spoke for a while and then we both fell asleep.
The next morning I went out and, after asking many questions, was told where I would find the grave of the old man's Roohina. As he wanted me to do, I asked the headman to open a new grave site next to hers.

On the next day, the old man came with me and sat down on the grass next to the burial spot. He told me to open up the leather case and take out the violin. I did so in great awe.
Then he asked me to begin playing.
"But, Uncle, I can't do that. I'm so sorry but I've never played a violin before in my life. "
He looked at me with his faded blue eyes burning. The words he then spoke were his last.
"Son, take this violin and play. Don't think about it. Just stroke it. It will know what to do. Play now for me and my Roohina. "

I placed the instrument under my chin as I had seen him do. I picked up the bow and as I I began to play the first stroke, I felt my fingers begin to move on as if by their own will. I played music that I had never heard before. Music from another land, from another era and from another spiritual plane.
Sadly, while I played the old man closed his eyes for the last time.

However, just before the end, his eyes had seem toglisten with a youthful vigour and he had the smile of someone entering a paradise and embracing his beloved. I shall never forget that look of sheer joy.
A funeral followed ... and I played. O yes, I played. Soon everyone at the funeral was dancing. There was so much joy in the air that I became sure that somewhere the old man and his Roohina were dancing as well.

A few days later, I left that village and travelled far and wide. I spent the most part of my time in Shilpgram, a festival village North of Udaipur. Whenever I played, the audience responded enthusiastically to my music. They would begin to sing and dance wherever they could find an open space."

I had been listening to my Grandfather tell his amazing story. I sat at his feet with open mouthed wonder. He looked gently at me.

"I've told you this story for a reason, grandson. You see the time has come for me to hand over the same violin to its new owner. Just as that old man once gave the violin to me when he was old, now I will give it to you. Yes you are the one that I've decided to chose."
I was astounded. I could not believe my ears.

"Me Grandfather! Why me? Why not my father? "
"O there is no real logical answer for that, grandson. It's just that you have the eyes. Only a select few people have them. That's all. It's your destiny to receive the violin."
"But I can't play a note, Grandfather."
"Don't be afraid. You will. Just like I did."

I took the violin which he had so carefully kept in its case. For two days I just looked at it. I didn't dare touch it until the evening of the third day. There was a mistiness in the air and I thought that I had seen a rainbow. I walked hurriedly over to a meadow some distance away and began to play. It was to be an experience that I never forgot. I found that I was able to play like a master musician.
After that first evening, I would often go to this meadow and play and play until it was dark.

One day a most remarkable event took place. As I was playing as normal, I suddenly heard the violin play a new sound. A most incredible sound and as the sound was heard, everything began to happen all at once.
The leaves on all the trees rustled in unison. The log grasses swayed together to look like the waves of an ocean. I could feel the violin heave and surge in my hands.
By some mystical insight I knew that I had just heard the Lost Chord.

The Lost Chord?

Yes! Millennia ago, ancient priests had known this magical combination of notes. They had often used it to quell riotous crowds and cast spells on reluctant politicians. The Chord could make mighty soldiers lay down their arms. This Chord had been handed down from priestly custodian to priestly custodian until one of them had been murdered and the secret lost forever.

I knew then that this Chord was a special gift that came with the violin. I knew that when most needed, the violin would play that Chord to produce the effect that was most required at that moment.