Its raining...again...just like last year...just like before.....
When clouds start gathering in the sky I always get a image of past in my mind.
My mind goes 15/17 years back. I still remember those years when the lightning of ghazals struck me. Soothing Jagjit Singh arrived silently and settled down for ever in my mind.....
It was a rainy day in July.....I just bought a new album of Jagjit. I was listening...rain drops took a rhythm...I was enjoying the rain from my window...drops on the leafs and flowers in my little so called garden. After one nice ghazal Jagjit started a nice thing...which I never heard in my life before....
It was a marvellous thing just like a breeze...wet with hurting words...
गुलशन की फ़कत फ़ुलोसे नही काटो से भी झीनत होती है
तुम शहरे मोहब्बत कहते हो हम जान बचाके आये है
It was really a great experience for me.....after so many years whenever clouds starts gathering my heart starts to sing this ghazal.....
Its raining again...very painful....raindrops...nope! They are tears for me...
