And then, the other day, I'm going though Bandra, and I see in an ironing shop (of all places!) the most gorgeous, the most divine, the most lustrous silver shiny disco ball, hanging from the hutment ceiling at a corner.
I stopped. And drooled. :)
shaam hai, jaam hai, aur hai nasha
tan bhi hai, mann bhi hai pighla huaan...
chhayi hai ranginiya
phir bhi hai betaabiyan...
kyun dhadakta hai dil...
kyun yeh kehta hai dil...
deewanon ko ab tak nahi hai yeh pata...!
aaj ki raat...
khona hai kya...
paana hai kya...
khona hai kya...
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