Making fun of a pretty sunset.
Today I realized my life still holds those moments when you can suddenly see the world around you fade into an unreal fog and you hear only those dream moments from the past flutter by, with wings of quivering silk. I was walking in dream spaces, hearing voices trembling with emotion, never uttered but in sleep. Words never said to me, but inscribed on the green walls of my memories... songs sung for the most beautiful women of his time, but trapped in the never-ending corridors of my passion.
Shammi Kapoor is the name of that moment. "Abhi zyadatar uske driver aate hein... woh aged hogaye na... "
And I knew I was the same schoolgirl in love again. The eyes, in which I saw love and passion for the first time, were looking at me again from the bright sunlight behind the window... oh, to think he has walked the sands of this chowpatty, his feet touched this earth...!
And I have never craved for anyone like this seventy-year-old man.
Shammi Kapoor is the name of that moment. "Abhi zyadatar uske driver aate hein... woh aged hogaye na... "
And I knew I was the same schoolgirl in love again. The eyes, in which I saw love and passion for the first time, were looking at me again from the bright sunlight behind the window... oh, to think he has walked the sands of this chowpatty, his feet touched this earth...!
And I have never craved for anyone like this seventy-year-old man.