A thought
वो कहते हैं ठहराव ज़िन्दगी को कामयाब करता है,
हम तो बेचैनी के सहारे ही खुशियाँ पाते हैं|
हम तो बेचैनी के सहारे ही खुशियाँ पाते हैं|
Singing along
Addition: See the comments for this post. For the last twenty-four hours, I have been trying to hush the humming in my head. My head has been playing the Tagore song, Sakhi, Bhavna Kahare Bole again and again. I have been trying to distract it by screaming, listening to other songs, singing bad songs myself, but it refuses to go away. This song featured in Sriman Prithviraj , one of my childhood favourites. I have roughly translated the first few lines for you. Of course, I cannot bring Tagore's feelings into it. Dear, what is worry? My dear, what is pain? You all talk about love all day and night. Is it all pain? Is it all tears? Is it all grief? Hoping for what bliss do people then long for this pain? If you see through my eyes, everything is lucky, everything is novel, everything is good. The blue sky, the dark forests, the flowers – everything is like me. They laugh; they sing. They want to keep smiling and singing. They know not any ache nor tears nor any pain. It is strange ...
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Comments
Deepa, didn't mean that kind of bechaini. :) Meant something else.
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