The Sound Of Music

Left was devastated.


Right was as good as dead. He could have never survived that fall; he was delicate, he was old but at least he had been with Left, standing staunchly with her. He was all she had cared for in their pitch black world...her husband, her support, her soulmate and her only friend. Right's voice had mesmerised her the first time they'd sung the Lionel Richie-Diana Ross duet for their obnoxious master.

Although both of them were blind, she had known that she had been married to the right mate; he sang beautifully, and they made a fantastic couple; a couple oblivious to the delightful sights that the world had to offer, but more than compensating for it with their all-encompassing love for each other, which brightened their days and warmed their hearts, so that they had never even stopped to wonder how it feels to be able to see.





Now that Right had lost his voice forever, they would have no choice but to leave.The cruel master did not care for a bereaved wife; if your partner was rendered useless, then you were useless too. Mr. and Mrs. Bose were due any minute, they would be replacing Right and herself as the new facilitators of the acoustic pleasures that their master loved. The Boses would be taking up residence at their erstwhile home. In any case, Left had no inclination to stay without her husband; for that matter, she had lost her will to live too. She wished they could sing together once more, their last hurrah. She wished Right had not died so quickly, so suddenly, leaving her alone to face this bitter world. 


Left heard footsteps; the master was coming, he was coming to wrench them away from their dwelling. She was incapable of opposing him, and had accepted the fact that their time had come. The Boses had arrived. She closed her unseeing eyes, said a little prayer for Right and surrendered herself to the harsh fate awaiting her.


It was all over.




PS- The above is in fond memory of my Creative computer speakers. The right one took a nasty spill from the  table and was wrecked beyond repair, so both were chucked out by yours truly. Now you know who the obnoxious+cruel master is. A toothpick for you if you've figured it out on your own.
Oh, and have you seen the price tag of a Bose speaker? Looks more like a telephone number to me,so buying one still remains a pipe dream. Hence, the Bose speakers in the above account are purely figments of my imagination.


And before I finish, a warm welcome to the Altec Lansing pair gracing the table now :)




        PPS-