Utopia : Dawn : Part 2

He wiped the sweat off his forehead and lifted his face to look around. The sun was glistening a bright shade of gold. The clouds were clear and he gave up the hope of rain. The sun reminded him he had three more hours of work. Today would be the day he would follow the music. The mere thought gave him energy. How genuine the music was. He focused all his enthusiasm on todays work, more to complete the day, for his journey of search would begin.
The work day was over. He quickly washed himself in the stream nearby, changed and looked at the sky that was turning dark. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and began his walk. He looked around and realized how he could never get enough of the greenery. Couple of metres away he saw the bushes move. As a gentle breeze blew, the bushes revealed a million colours - a peafowl had just spread its feathers. For a minute,  he stood there without blinking, and that's when the music began. The peafowl can wait, he thought, and closed his eyes. Venur madhuro renur madhuraha, she played on. North east, his instinct said, and he duly obeyed it.
He broke into a run, for the song was nearly ending, his excitement multiplied as the music became louder as he walked. He reached a place where the tea plantations gave way to open land, with a lone huge banyan tree, and thats where he saw her. She was leaning comfortably on the trunk with her leg crisscrossed and eyes closed. She was dressed in bright blue and perhaps, no, indeed, the peafowl lost to her. She was tall, dark and had well built shoulders. Her hair was dark and long, fluttering with the wind. She had long masculine hands that maneuvered the flute well. He stood there paralysed. The song was over and she opened her eyes and saw him, and broke into a transfixed gaze too.
Finally her call was answered she thought. She walked to him, took his hands in hers and held them tight. A myriad unsaid words, a lengthy unspoken conversation took place as they looked into each others eyes. The sun had nearly set, the birds chirped in unison while getting back to their nests and thats when he heard the cry of an infant from the other side of the tree. She slowly pulled away her arms from his, walked over to the other side of the tree and took the baby from the hammock, in her arms. "Was it time already?" She thought as the baby continued to cry. Perhaps she wondered. She sat down with the baby, leaning herself against the trunk. She let her head rest on the trunk, her best friend. She felt the warmth fill her eyes, as her little 4-month-old daughter nursed from her.