Farah's Stories

Soon after my Navjote, the Piano entered my life. I was surrounded by pianos. Just across the street, the Borthwicks had a beautiful upright. In the same building,Soona Aunty (Aunty Gold) had a beautiful Bluthner on which I could hear her daughter practising. And in the building next dooe was Jeroo and I could hear her playing too. Also across the street was a German who typed late into the night. (Perhaps he was a writer !:)) Then he would play recorded piano music. I was enchanted by Chopin's Walzt in C sharp minor, which tugged at my soul and summoned me out of bed, but as I was only four or five years old, I was afraid to go to the balcony alone, and I would drag Daddy ( next to whom I slept) out of bed and we would quietly stand on the balcony while I listened, entranced, to the music. It was the first piece of classical music that I fell in love with. profeeor Frierich Niecks has written that "one cannot help but believe in the immortality of the soul." It seems to