Windchimes

``Welcome welcome! Drop by to Ian's Windchime shop! We sell the most wonderful windchimes you will ever see and hear! Each one has its own delightful tinkle that will keep you entertained for years!'' Ian said as he paraded up and down his shop front, trying to get people to come in to see the large varieties of windchimes on sale.

He wasn't kidding on the variety though. There were tiny windchimes made of porcelain and a cork clapper that had the highest pitched and sweetest tinkles, and larger more modern-looking windchimes made of bronze with their own bronze clappers that gave warm and resonant deep chimes when the wind blew through them. When the wind blew through his little shop from the front entrance to the rear, the vast assortment of windchimes made the most melodious cacophony that one could ever hope to hear.

Yet there were still few who willingly stopped by to browse his wares. Most seemed nonchalant about the windchimes, while some seemed downright annoyed at their path being blocked by Ian as he tried to talk with them. The morning passed that way, almost like every other day. It has been five days since Ian first opened up his shop, and business never picked up. Dejected, he just sat there at the front side of his shop, and stared vacntly ahead, as his beautiful windchimes clinked and clattered above.

Ian loved windchimes as a kid. It was just one of those things that he picked up that no one else seemed to. To him, windchimes had a certain ethereality about them that was hard to describe yet easy to perceive. He had spent a lot of his time playing around with various windchimes, from the one that his father gave him to hang at the window in his room when he was young, to the larger ones at the temples. It had been his dream to share his love for windchimes with the world, but his parents had told him firmly that it would never take flight.

Against all odds, Ian saved money to open his own little shop to share his dreams, and by now, he was starting to realise that perhaps his parents were right after all.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 05-Mar-2014 21:27:44)