My Personal Concert

There are some parts of my life that were never loud or dramatic.

They didn’t need to be.

They lived quietly in the background… but they meant everything to me.

One of those things was Aaryan’s music.

I loved Aaryan’s music.

Sometimes my human would walk around the house calling my name.

“Bella? Bella?”

Room after room.

But I wasn’t lost. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

Under Aaryan’s table. That was my spot.

Whenever Aaryan practised, or rehearsed, or sat there making those beautiful sounds with his music, I would quietly walk over and settle under the table like it was my personal concert hall.

I didn’t bark nor moved much. I just listened.

My ears stayed alert, my eyes half closed, and my heart felt calm in a way I didn’t really know how to explain.

Something important was happening in that room. And I wanted to be part of it.

But sometimes something very confusing happened.

Aaryan wouldn’t be home. The house would be quiet.

And suddenly… his voice would come out of some weird box.

I would stare at the screen. My head would tilt to one side and then the other.

Wait a minute…

That’s Aaryan.

But Aaryan isn’t here.

How could his voice be inside that little glowing box? I never fully solved that mystery.

But I watched the phone very carefully… just in case he tried to sneak out of it.

Those moments were very me. Curious. A little emotional. And very connected to my people.