- #HAI TUJHE BHI IJAZAT KARLE TU BHI MOHABBAT SONG SKIN#
- #HAI TUJHE BHI IJAZAT KARLE TU BHI MOHABBAT SONG WINDOWS#
She held the power I used to search within myself. She had the melody in her voice, I used to search in my life. Hai Tujhe Bhi Izaazat, Karle Tu Bhi Mohabbat.” Jab Mile Thodi Fursat… Mujhse Karle Mohabbat Main Apani Tanahaayi Ke Waaste Ab Kuchh Toh Karoon “Berang Si Hai Badi Zindagi Kuchh Rang To Bharoon I didn’t understand, I kept looking at the stranger. On the shoe stand some one patted my shoulder and sung the line “Hai Tujhe Bhi Izaazat, Karle Tu Bhi Mohabbat”. So, on that day I was humming this particular line again and again even after distributing the Prasad and on my way outside. I never try to sing a line forward or for that matter to start a line prior to it. When I miss my husband and some tears of desperation find its way, that line plays in my mind on repeat mode. Those were my favorite lines from the song. One day after the prayers I was distributing Prasad among the beggers out side, while humming the lines “Jab Mile Thodi Fursat… Mujhse Karle Mohabbat”. The temple I visited every morning,and she morning walked to. I liked seeing the younger and vibrant me in her. I liked how she dresses up every single day. I liked how she sees everything in positive light. I liked how my favorite color suited her. But when I hear Sanjeevani speak, I feel like She has got it all right. I don’t know why my parents gave me that name, it’s not like I inspire a lot. When my name vibrates in her lips, it seems for the first time my name got a meaning. And She called me Prerana, cause that’s what my name is. I call her Sanjeevani cause she had never told me her name. That someone shares tea with me in kullahad on the nukkad of road. Who listened not only my daily complaints but also my out of the rythm, out of the time, an octave higher rants of old songs. That some one was a stranger, who knew me better than my family. Yes! Only a step away, coz that gap between mundaneness and life was filled by Someone. Life had lost all its charm and now its only a step away from being mundane.
#HAI TUJHE BHI IJAZAT KARLE TU BHI MOHABBAT SONG WINDOWS#
I no longer watched my reflection in mirror for hours, some where if time allowed I sneak a peck from the glass windows or while passing the windows of cars.
#HAI TUJHE BHI IJAZAT KARLE TU BHI MOHABBAT SONG SKIN#
My Mangalsutra had been replaced with a thin gold chain and the light in my eyes had been replaced by the dark Circles around it, which my gold rimmed spectacles hide not so well.Once flaw less skin of mine had become the evidence of hardship I had to endure within these years and keeping it’s tally in the form lines and crosses. Only a single ear ring adorned my lobes and I had lost my nose pin somewhere, someday many years back. A single bun and sindoor on the forehead was my only shringar.
No longer I matched my bangles with my sarees, I didn’t let my hair down. Among the chaos of office, the demand of children ,the noise of utensils, the clatter of my chudi, the whistle of pressure cooker, I had lost my melody into the ever changing beats of life. It had been years since I have left my habit of making myself beautiful for him. And above that it’s the marital right of every wife to whine about her husband. Old days, old people and old habits, they don’t change easily. Nights grew cold, foods got frozen and so did my heart. My daughters were in hostel and my husband worked late. Even after 20 years of marriage and 2 daughters, I was yet to convince their father that I’m his wife. Cold breeze greeted the roses of my garden, and so did the emptiness of my bed. A new year! But with the old sun, the same old me, the old bed and some old broken dreams and a few long sighs. The sun opened its eye, along with the rays came its warmth.