Love With Violin ?!?!

Light brown, four wires stretching arms to arms, a little instrument and my dream on hand. Perhaps it is somehow like a dream to hold violin in classic manner in shoulder with up straight horse haired bow. Though I admit I have no idea of making strokes, just incited the bow up and down swinging without rhythm also to make some noise. Which I, I personally proudly can say that I played ~~violin.
In my institute, many instruments including ownself musics are taught. I am an insect of music who can run some line of unheard beats. I dare to mark this. From last few days talking about some sort of music made me understand music with no words is what I like utmost . I believe and that too very strongly sometimes when we are not in our energy and grounded by every external force just simply closing down eyes to listen music makes relaxed. I guess...if one know to play it, what more required. Even in solitude, one is accompanied with best pals.

Lately when discussing in group about skills, I felt one more column will add to my resume ..if and if I learn music of some kind. Fact is far from what I felt. I just wanted to increase a patient listener and who's louder enough to make everyone feel more than I can explain...about my presence among crowd. Since as kinder datum, wanted to learn music but few things never permitted and admitting I also didn't accepted as when it came. It arrived in form of Guitar, beaks , beats and bar. I know how to strike the five strings of hawain guitar and ever interested in that much but indeed was fascinated about unguided instrument. Around my hometown no teacher was there who could meet my demand.
I spent four years in this place and left with just one and half year. Flying thoughts of joining violin was honoured today when actually handled delicate, little, four string instrument with a bow. I was lighted as if a fuel is set onto fire upon a matchstick. Now its my goal to learn bestest violin before am finished with one and half more year to this place. I guess I am back to hell to find the truth that always heaven also surrounds us if we wish to see. A little box is quite empty to stuff more and more...I wish it should be empty until ever to be stuffed.