In a peaceful village lived a musician named Ravi. He was a master of the flute and the lute, and his music could make even the birds stop to listen. One afternoon, his friend Somu visited him. 'Ravi, your music is divine!' Somu exclaimed. 'The sound of your flute is the sweetest thing in the world.'
Just then, Ravi’s three-year-old son, Kavin, came waddling into the room. He tried to say, 'Papa, milk, please!' in his tiny, stumbling voice. To Ravi, those broken words sounded more beautiful than any symphony ever composed.
Somu laughed and said, 'Ravi, why are you smiling at that noise? It’s just a child babbling.'
Ravi gently picked up Kavin and replied, 'Somu, you find sweetness in the flute and the lute, and that is wonderful. But you haven't heard the music of a child's first words. To a parent, that babble is a melody that no instrument can ever match.'
Somu looked at the happy child and realized that true joy and the sweetest music aren't found in instruments, but in the innocent voices of children.
