"Uncle, do you know that Murshed guy?" asked Nafi.

"Which Murshed?" questioned the tea stall owner.

"The guitarist" said Nafi.

"Oh, that cacophony singer? The broken speaker? I am not ready to listen!" said the tea stall owner in an unpleasant manner.

All of the sudden, a scream of the song was inserted in such a timing that it hurt the ears of the neighborhood, even the old lady. The alarm clock started to break, the crows flew from the wires and the people were holding their ears. Even some girls ran away from the house. The lyrics were such that it might be familiar but mixed with so much vulgarity that some clients from the shop vomited in the toilet by making a line. Even the birds held their ears and flew away quickly like a wind.

As soon as the guitarist Murshed arrived, most people ran away like a cartoon strip except for Nafi and the tea stall owner. He was insanely playing a guitar that almost damaged the chords. He was wearing a black half-pants, a black t-shirt with sports mark and tied a long handkerchief on the forehead. Remember, he was clean-shaven but had an unclean teeth due to his addiction to weed.

The lyrics were:

Jingle Bells, Babe loves,

When we rotten eggs.

The guy comes,

In the lifts shattered

And the husband runs away.

"Tea, please, sir" said Murshed in a British accent which made Nafi giggle. He actually giggled after a long time. The last time he genuinely smiled was just before he got under a desk job and dated Tareefa. The first time he met Tareefa was on his final days of the university. She used to disturb him with unnecessary tantrums by buying her excess gift on which she could never store them on her house. She even wanted golden necklaces! Oh God! It was very tiring for him to even handle her blabber that actually lost his smile. On the further note, absent mind made his smile even fake.

As he continue to giggle about his tone and lyrics of the song by Murshed, he approached him. Murshed had his eyes wide open with a strange smile with a surprise. Even his yellow teeth turned white. He was also confused as well.

"For the first time! A person loved my song and approached me because of my experiments! I am kind of wowed!" said Murshed, the wacko.

On Nafi's mind, he had the sheer of torture but was also happy at the same time. There was kind of a strange sense of hope to come. It was delightful and confusing at the same time while Murshed sat beside Nafi.

On that time, Murshed took Nafi, humbly to his home. He even made some tea. On the contrary to that, Murshed was smoking a cigarette and had his cartoony teeth open. The only thing that the living room had was a small table and an ash-tray at the center. The couch was broken as an antique piece.

"Well, I understand that some of my neighbors are not familiar with my actual tone and lyrics. I was once called 'Guitar Bro' in my university. As soon as I graduated, everything changed" said Murshed.

"Well, your tone never sounds like one" said Nafi.

"I know: drugs and cigarettes are keeping me hooked than my tone" said Murshed in an upsetting tone.

He was leaving from his living room to his own bedroom. Nafi continued to drink tea slowly. He heard of a beautiful, echoic tone that was similar to the best singers who shocked the world with their talents. The harmony was such that the birds even tried to hum his tone, to the contrary of the inharmonic tone that he made in the tea shop.

"Oh my friend from the foreign land,

I let you go out of my hand.

Do not think that I have forgotten you,

Think that I am present.

Time is an idea,

Because I don't want to be the 'maturity',

You expect.

I want to be 'happy',

That my soul deserves".

Nafi applauded. Murshed looked at him with a mark of surprise and tears came out from his eyes. All of a sudden, Murshed embraced him and said "I want to live again! Save me!"

"It's okay, dear. It's only a beginning" said Nafi whose harsh tone turned warmer towards Murshed.

Now as Nafi went to his room, he heard a scream of the couples that made him disturbed that he could not sleep the whole night. The screams were not clear. Till morning, he could not able to sleep. Instead, he sat on the park bench.

Co-incidentally, he heard the scream and inharmonic tone of Murshed with the guitar which even was like cursing the society. Every one of the park ran like Bugs Bunny.

"Society screw you!

Fake people screw you!

Car horns, screw you!

Gold diggers, blast you!

Education system, suck you!"

The nonsensical lyrics might be unorganized but the facts might be true for Murshed's perspective of the world. The cacophony music overshadowed the words of his mouth that changed his tone into the high pitch. The women got disgusted, the babies cried and complaining plus the birds and cats ran away like a cartoon strip. What on earth is going on! It was so confusing for Nafi! Was Murshed actually into drugs?