Narada's gift

The gods were unhappy. The world they had created for all living creatureswas being torn apart by strife. Men and women were always at battle and friends were turning into foes.
The gods knew that the biggest troublemaker of all lived among them. But who was to tell him anything. With Bramha for a father and Saraswati for a mother, there was no god willing to gather up the gumption to speak to him. So the gods kept their counsel. Their silence spawned more fights, more quarrels and more noise. Until the shrill noise of earthly squabbles pierced the heavenly sheath that protected the triumvarate.
Bramha sought advice from Vishnu and Shiv. But he knew even before they had answered, what he had to do.
“Narada!” “Narada”
Bramha’s voice rushed like a gush of wind and dragged Narada by his matted locks to his feet.
The perpetrator of all troubles. The master of all fights had been caught. His father’s anger had him crouching like a cornered tiger cub. He looked for his mother but Saraswati had been sent off by Bramha to keep her sister company.
“Narayana Narayana”, Narada muttered weakly
Narayana’s twinkling eyes offered him no help either.
In a flash Narada knew what he had to do. Bramha read his thoughts before they turned into speech and nodded his sagely nod. His son had got away lightly once again. But who was to deny that he had found the best solution?
Narada decided to gift the earthly beings with something to help them forget their troubles, their differences and their petty fights. Something that would let the human soul rise above the dull drab of daily existence. Something that would lift them into a personal heaven that no one else could penetrate. And the only thing he kenw that could do that was sangeet or music.
Sangeet was the perfect way to keep them from fighting each other. Sangeet was the best gift the gods could give the humans. And who better to spread the harmony than the first musician of the universe, Narada.
And that is how, myth has it, music came to this world.