My Song of Joy


There’s a song that keep on playing in my head since I was 10 years old. The song brings along sweetest memory a 10 year old girl could have. It’s Song of Joy.

I grew up memorizing the melody, each single day so that I will not forget about it. I was too young to know who composed it, or how I would be able to find it. Back at that time, internet was not an application all houses were equipped with, not even as mobile or easy accessed as today. Therefore, the best I could do is to mention the title to as many potential people as I can. The return was no one ever knows about it.

Let’s talk about the 10 years old girl and the song, shall we?
A 10 years old girl had a crush on her senior. The boy was predicted to be school’s next best student – he was 12. Well, she’s only a 10 years old girl, living in a small village where news spread like all houses have their doors stick together. So, not much action could be taken, not that she had options; the crush remained as crush. The girl admired the boy.

One day – it was just a normal day – the music teacher called her to the boy’s class. She was selected to be the conductor for so called small orchestra the music teacher formed as for standard 6 students. This so called small orchestra will be playing on school’s prize giving ceremony. “Oh” was all she could say. The music teacher managed to convince the girl and she accepted the news – no option was given.

On the first rehearsal day – her best day – she was standing in front of a group of seniors, waving her hands per instructed – the boy stands right in front of her. The boy stands in front of her! The joy enjoyed every seconds of the rehearsal, glancing the boy’s note – Song of Joy, that’s the title of the melody. It was really a song of joy. No 10 years old girl would be lucky enough to stand at her place. Ever.

The girl’s rehearsal time with the boy continue after school. Did I mention that the boy lived next door? Oh, yes he was! He was the boy next door; not just that, he is the girl’s girl friend’s brother. She listened as the boy played the melody.

That’s the story. I hear the melody whenever the wind blows - not all wind, but a specific wind. It carries the melody in it.

Both of us – grew up: go to secondary school (schools for him), graduated from university – we didn’t have any words since that happen. His family still lives in the same house, next to my grandmother abandoned house. Sometime my family visited his family; his family accepts our invitation or most of the time look after our what’s-left properties.

He is a story. A nice one. He is now a happily married guy – I didn’t get the chance to meet his lucky wife yet. When we met again after both of us graduated, we started to talk like friends, like we have known each other for years – like we should.

Song of Joy is and will remain as a special song to my heart.



Cedric said…
This is sweet :-)
'Aini said…
hahahaha. so u find this post interesting... i'm surprised!

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