#365DaysOfWriting — Day 361

Lootera… once more

Sadiyon puraani, aisi ek kahaani…

I don’t think I’ll ever tire of this movie. Or its songs. Especially its songs. Every song has a special meaning for me – even Sawaar Loon and Monta Re.

But I have 4 favourites. And one absolute favourite.

Shikayatein. The angst of not being able to complain about the one that steals your heart. Even though he’s a Lootera, you’re willing to live as a recluse all your life if you don’t get him, because there’s no better love – and because he’s stolen your heart. No complaints here.

Zinda. Once you’ve been able to truly fulfil your love for someone else, only then are you truly fulfilled in life. As long as you have air to breathe, and your heart answers to the call of loneliness, and you’re alive… it’s all that matters. Motivational.

Ankahee. Some love stories are better left unsaid. Nature never asks for validation, so why should we? The longing for a happy ending is a myth. A happy ending is what we perceive it to be.

Manmarziyan. A monsoon special. Our heart’s desires take a leap during this season. The heart knows no bounds, only endless desires that may (or may not) be fulfilled.

My absolute favourite? Manmarziyan, of course. The combination of Shilpa Rao’s voice and Amit Trivedi’s soul-stirring tunes makes one feel as if they’re standing in the monsoon… even in the summers! This song has the most soothing effect on my soul. The song’s effectiveness quadruples during the monsoon season, of course…

युँ तो सोला सावन…

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