My life in Australia
Odd and unusual things happened by the piano. By now, it has been more than 10 months, since I visited this particular place to play the piano. The first few months, things were quite ordinary, I minded my own business, enjoyed playing melodies to my content and to use it as therapy. The melodies I played were those had been written and composed more half a century ago, all of them evolved loves and memories. I heard them, when I was young back in my country, from a vinyl record players, on television and radio. I was blessed to hear them in the past and and remember them all these years and be able to play them out now.
End of June last year, BB nicely advised me of the existence of this piano, available in M Central, I have never stopped visited it since.
I promised BB, one day we would go there and enjoyed the piano's music sound. Thing did not go to plan, this day has not come and it would never come, not in my life's time. He put a break on our friendship in early August last year and that was the end of our simple, full of fun, pure and very naive relationship.
In a twist of life, just before he decided we no long could be friends, I had secretly recorded his voice during our normal and final conversations. I had absolutely no idea why I did that but I was glad. I thought of deleting it but, after thinking twice, I decided to put it away for a rainy day. As a matter of fact I just listened to it right this minute. I was messerised by the way he called my name out in this brief 20 second recording.
Ten months went pass, so many bizarre and unforeseen things unfolded by the piano at the M Central. From being hit with a strong fist at the back of my head by a tramp for no apparent reason, to a compulsory hobby waste collector followed me to the tram stop and swept the wet and dry leaves settled in the street gutter onto my trousers; from an audience secretely put a new cold bottle of water into my hand bag, to someone sincerely insisted on giving me boxes of delicious sushi; from people requesting me to play their favourite songs like The God Father and The Butterfly lovers to someones half squatted or kneed on the floor next to the piano stool, so they could briefly share their music and past life's journey; a young female claimed she could play the piano to express her feelings and sound formed in her head while looking at people like me, the shop owner, and any passer-by; I also met a young talented pianist who only played few minutes each time we met. Once, as per my request, he played a melody and taught me two lines of the song called "Memory", a week later, he was surprised to hear I played the whole song out so well. Since then he never played any melody again but his own music. There was once a man hesitated, he peeped and ducked around the corner of the piano. When asked, he said he was impressed I could play so well with my very short fingers. We ended up doing "hi five" to line up the length of our digits. After exchanging few interest conversations about music, he insisted on I must be related to Mozart. I just laughed and wave goodbye to this Maltese nice man who played Saxophone and one other string instrument but not piano.
I arrived in Australia as an refugee, I struggled to live through my teen and adulthood, I felt I was reborn in this country.
I started my life all over again, from empty handed, learning the language, embracing the weather, welcoming the culture and ready tackling what life threw at me, mostly had bad experiences with tradies and businessmen, who could be trusted.
Until last year, I hardly lived for myself, my time revolved around studying, learning, working and raising children. I could not juggle between work and family, I decided to forfeit my career to concentrate on my family. My decisions and actions ended in vain. I lost the previllage of the parenthood's two decades ago. A life style that I had traded in with my promising and secure career which earned me a handsome $40k+ per anum back in the early 90s. I never go back to work, nor receive any income support from the government, since the children were taken out of my life, but living off my own saving and through the depression.
Two decades of miserable grieving life, I could not go places where there were children. For years, not one single day I shredded no tears, and a single night without nightmares. I woke up with heavy pounding heart beats, and sometimes I landed on the carpet floor. I was chasing my child who vanished right in front of my eyes.
I has been raised and educated in both my birth country and Australia, I studied as far as tertiary level. I never be comfortable to use or around any abuse or negative language. Mr F'sWORD had blew his chance to be my friend. I had used his book to fan myself cool in last summer and have all the intentions to burn it to keep me warm in this winter, especially, after I repeatedly requested and he did not make any attempt to return my white and brown checked wooly cover in exchange for his own book. Could I be blamed after all I was not the one being offensive.
It was BB who brought out the best of me. He woke up the inner young child and teenager in me. How exiciting of the feeling it was of seeing the other person, how miserable when the friendship ended, how we shared out past life on the couch in front of a coffee table which repaired and assembled by us; how I searched hard in my draws to find those near half a century old written books, which I kept all those lyrics, I enjoyed playing the harmonica of his favorite Asian song named "The moon represent my heart". I loved the music but not the lyrics, because the moon keeps on changing and causes my heart wrenching. That was life, recycled, repeated and moved onirrespective of everything.
Then, came along some one who was so immature and unconsiderable. Not only he had behaved terribly in his young adulthood, but also continues to practise horrible usage of foul language.
Now, what left for me was music, piano, travel, swim, embroidery, poem, and enjoy making and listening to AI.
I blonked my poems in and the next thing, A.I. composed music for me. Despite I admired natures and natural things enormously, AI completed what I was not capable of.
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