Wednesday, May 22, 2013

ISHARON ISHARON MEIN DIL

Song 41:


Which is not to say Shammi and Sharmila didn't sizzle in the rustic songs too. Quicksilver, they could transform into two simpletons, simply happy to be together in this beautiful, big, wide world. The high haunted hills were witness to their love, as was the mist, as were the beautiful conifers and pathways. They had passed by that path, sometimes greeting the rising morning sun, at other times, as a mysterious dusk set in. The nights had been theirs right from the beginning of time. The nights, with their songs and subtle hints, the masked messages and the passive passions. It were the nights that brought relief from the bitter realities of life. The lack of bright lights subdued what stared in the eye in the daytime. You could interpret the shadows the way you wanted.....and renew some age old promises.

Well Delhi is so hot these days, that the night brings relief anyway. This is the time when you can put your feet up, sink into bed and psyche yourself into that second helping of icecream with the logic that it's made of milk and therefore rich in calcium and good for you! So what if you have to spend twenty extra minutes on the treadmill tomorrow. :-) 

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