Stranger Times

Park main bench pe main baitha hua tha 

Woh aaye aur bagal main baith gaye 

Hum bench pe baithe bas dhoop sekh rahe the 

Samvaad ke scope se kayi dur.  

Koi brisk walk kar raha tha 

Toh koi daud laga raha tha 

Kae picnic mana rahe the

Toh kae bas tehel rahe the 

Hum chup ine bas notice kar rahe the 

Woh apne khayal samet rahe the, main apne.

Maine mera left waala earphone unhe offer kiya

Hum ab ek bahut hi madhur geet sun ne lage.

Not a word uttered, just a smile of thanks. 

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Ghanto beet jaate hai aise, kabhi jazz bajta hai toh kabhi Pink Flyod 

Kabhi hindi classics bajte hai, toh kabhi A.R. Rehman ya Amit Trivedi ki composition.

Playlist ke gaane khatam hote hi,

Hum uth te hai, aur chal dete hai.

Main unka naam nahi jaanta 

Woh mera pata nahi jaante 

Hum bas jaante itna hai

Ki music ka taste humara ek sa hi hain. 

Life ko hum uss sam-ae pause kar dete 

Aur gaano ko play kar ke chod dete

Aisa bhi saath milega koi, jaan ke bhi anjaane

Aur yeh hi hum doono ke liye kuch kaafi sa hai. 

Taral

Kyon ki prem main, insaan taral ho jaata hain.
* Medha Bhatt
Again, this woman writes like a dream, it's not direct - where you are reaching from point A to point B. It's layered. If she would have used the word mad, happy or referred to something that mentioned a single emotion, I'd not have written such a long post about it but using the word 'Taral - Fluid', is the most powerful move she could have pulled.

Think about it, we are not a single emotion in love, we are much more - we are happy, angry, mad, insecure, trusting, possessive we are everything that is greedy as well as accomodating - this here is being fluidic.

We go lengths to make sure that one person is retained or atleast the one person is around us at all times, hum kisi bhi shape main dhal jaaayenge bas tera hona zaroori hain. Sab jo aaj tak nahi kiya woh bhi kar jaayenge bas tera saath mujhe chahiye.
Woh gaane ke bol yaad aate hai,

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Kaga Re Kaga, Mori Itni Araz Tose, Chun Chun Khaiyo Maans
Re Jiya Re, Khaiyon Na Tu Naina More
Piya Ke Milan Ki Aas.

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Taral hoke insaan abaad ho jaata hai.

Medha then says,
Sabse Saral insaan prem karta hai, par saral hona sabse kathin bhi hota hai.