How a Book was inspired by a beautiful song…

Write a story that begins, changes or ends with a song played by a busker…

Tom Deschand stood in the corner of the busy street and watched the entire world go by. He counted his many thoughts, and he counted the stars in the sky. It was nearing 7 p.m. which was pretty late, but not yet time for him to be home yet. Tom usually liked to spend a little time at his favorite cafe after work, since he was an introvert who loved this sort of thing since it gave him much pleasure to do so.

He usually stood there just near his apartment building, because it was a great place to be, a place to watch the world as it went by. There was a small grocery store close by, that he often frequented, where he usually went to restock on things that he needed like his favorite chewing gum, which he loved, and of course groceries and other essential household supplies. In the vicinity, there was also a beautiful-looking tree, that was larger than life, a street sign, and a less-than-ordinary busker.

The busker had a story behind him; he was someone who held a guitar and was quite good-looking as well, much more than Tom was comfortable admitting to himself, not that he held it against him. The man happened to be of East-European descent, had flowing golden-brown hair cascading on his shoulders, and had a tall, lean frame. He happened to be singing a song called ‘Life is Beautiful’ by his own admission, which happened to also have a beautiful tune and rhythm as well.

Tom was still standing there in the corner, enjoying the beautiful tune which had a calming effect on him. He also felt he learned something valuable about Life from the enchanting music. The lyrics of the song were quite haunting and went along the lines of :

“Honey in the rock, Water in the stone; Manna on the ground… No matter where I go… I don’t need to worry! Now that I know, Everything I need You’ve got, There’s honey in the rock!”

Tom returned to where he was supposed to be going. He realized that the song had given him hope and a dream as well. He had planned on going to the nearby cafe, as planned earlier. He walked with a slow step, thinking about the lyrics of the song deeply, as he crossed the street, and when he turned around the bend. He felt like his mind was flooded with happy thoughts as he thought about the lyrics of the song, and he reached the cafe faster than usual because his mind was so consumed by his thoughts of the song, and what he would end up writing about.

Tom Deschand was a writer who wrote fiction. He loved writing and it was his passion. He was a content writer as well and that earned him a reasonably attractive pay. Given that he barely wrote a word, without cause, and while paying keen attention to what he wrote, it was not at all surprising that he earned enough to live comfortably.

Tom D found his usual window seat in his favorite Cafe, where he wrote his best he felt personally. The song he heard that morning was still on his mind. He sat there thinking deeply about the deeper meaning behind the lyrics, while also allowing his creativity to get the better of him. He wondered if his next blog article would have anything to do with the lyrics of the song.

The busker’s song, which was aptly entitled ‘Honey In the Rock’, had a Christian theme, with a deeper meaning. Not particularly spiritual or religious, he articulated how the song lyrics could be used in the short fiction story while he sipped his coffee and looked outside for inspiration.

He continued writing the story, which he was hoping would also be the inspiration for a book, on the condition that people read and responded to the blog favorably. He wanted the story to guide, encourage, and teach people something wonderful about life, and to have a moral, even though it was a work of fiction.

While he was in the process of writing, he took an occasional sip of the warm coffee and thought deeply about the intent behind the words he was writing. Given that he wanted to encourage people with his book, he paid special attention to every word from start to finish and stuck to the book’s Christian theme, only because it gave him a foundation to build on.

Apart from simply ‘peppering’ the article with Christian innuendo, which he too found ‘new’ but interesting, he tried to incorporate elements of the handsome busker’s song. By doing this, he was planting the seeds for the basic premise of what seemed like a book that people might actually want to read in the contemporary world.

He wrote without stopping for a while while focussing intently. He felt he had completed a major part of the blog article, and only the final conclusive ending, which was supposedly the most memorable to readers was left. He continued looking out the window when he noticed something rather strange.

Since the cafe was very close to home, and he happened to be a man as well, being a little late was not a bother at all. But as he was thinking these thoughts, he observed the beauty of the night sky, the celestial splendor he was observing from his corner window, and what it was telling him about life.

He suddenly was lost in thought and remembered the archaic words he had read in a friend’s copy of the Bible. “‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. ‘”

He found it a strange coincidence that the God of the bible appeared in the clouds to talk to people in the sky. He felt as if it was highly possible that this ‘God if at all he did exist’, wanted him to base the blogs ending on these very words.

He returned to his work and continued writing with renewed vigor. Before he finished the article, he made sure that he reviewed the article. Of course, if the ideas in the article were not cohesively linked, then the ending would not go down well with readers, and probably the book would also not perform as well in the future!

Tom D finished the blog article as planned and went home. When he reached home, he looked out his cozy apartment window, at the tree, the street sign, and everything in the vicinity which seemed really beautiful at that time of the night too. The Busker too was still there, with his golden-brown hair cascading on his shoulders, and tall, lean frame which was what was so memorable about him.

When Tom went to bed that night he went to sleep with peace in his mind and heart. He thought about the words he had ended the blog article he wrote about in the cafe that he loved so much. As he lay down to sleep, he prayed to God in earnest, because sometimes writing about dreams would lead you to dream even better ones. And thus. the story. Of a tune. A blog article. And a Dream. Was written in stone. And would live in the minds of people who heard of it. Or read it. Was that the birth of a legend? It remained to be seen.

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