izhar e muhabbet

.... young sharab belonged to a  modern family,  his father Jamal mia was a musician,  trained in playing different types of musical instruments like the sitar , he enjoyed   his music sense, , one day he was  sitting on the floor carpet  in the drawing room and  playing a melody on the sitar  , it was early evening  and a peg of liquor  was placed on a side  from which he would take a sip now and then,  taking a sip he removed his hand from the strings and turned to look at his son  sharab who also had a glass of drink in his hands,  both father and son were  so informal  that they  could  drink together  in each other's presence,   in this matter they were quite frank  both  were  very cautious drinkers , sharab drank very little  

Swallowing the sip the father spoke to his son  asking about his new tune 

Dear father  you ought to be a musician  sharab smiled  though it wasn't  to his liking at all 

It is rough  and still needs developing  father explained 

Dad , please  continue  working on it I have to go to my room 

He put his empty glass down 

Jamal mia  nodded  cheerfully and   enthusiastically  began    playing the sitar

A few minutes later beghum Jamal happened to  cross the room and saw the mobile  kept near Jamal ringing  but the musician was absolutely engrossed in his  music 

Pick up the phone she  told him,  he couldn't hear her because he was  lost in his own  music,  scowling she picked up the phone and put it on his ear, hearing the ringing he   came out of the  magic spell