Song 99:
He was a wild one. He liked to explore unchartered territories, throwing caution to the winds. He loved his work and often got so engrossed in it that nothing could stop him when he wanted to go on his adventurous recce.
He could compartmentalise love, career, duties, responsibilities. Work was work and nothing could really distract him away from his goals.
While the singing dancing diva liked this quality about him, she often took it upon herself to remind him of some good things in life. She was following him for one. She was waiting for him. She wanted him to be successful in his endeavours but she also wanted him to know that there was no getting away from her.
The rhythmic trot of his horse became the beat of her wistful song. The beautiful environs gave just the right ambience for a tete a tete. He was silent, yes. Not betraying any emotion, resolute and focussed.
But in her heart she knew he loved her song. For in the endless twilight of mysteries lurking behind every rock and cranny, the only thing steady and constant was her love for him. On cold, bitter nights, her song lit up his body with a glowing warmth. It reminded him that there was a golden morning, not too far away from wherever he was, a light at the end of the tunnel of night's own sordid longing for peril.
O P Nayyar's music, Asha Bhosle's voice and Sharmila's dimples are enough to enjoy this song on this rainy night.
He was a wild one. He liked to explore unchartered territories, throwing caution to the winds. He loved his work and often got so engrossed in it that nothing could stop him when he wanted to go on his adventurous recce.
He could compartmentalise love, career, duties, responsibilities. Work was work and nothing could really distract him away from his goals.
While the singing dancing diva liked this quality about him, she often took it upon herself to remind him of some good things in life. She was following him for one. She was waiting for him. She wanted him to be successful in his endeavours but she also wanted him to know that there was no getting away from her.
The rhythmic trot of his horse became the beat of her wistful song. The beautiful environs gave just the right ambience for a tete a tete. He was silent, yes. Not betraying any emotion, resolute and focussed.
But in her heart she knew he loved her song. For in the endless twilight of mysteries lurking behind every rock and cranny, the only thing steady and constant was her love for him. On cold, bitter nights, her song lit up his body with a glowing warmth. It reminded him that there was a golden morning, not too far away from wherever he was, a light at the end of the tunnel of night's own sordid longing for peril.
O P Nayyar's music, Asha Bhosle's voice and Sharmila's dimples are enough to enjoy this song on this rainy night.
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