This afternoon, amidst all the maddening activity my head is a host to, I did something I have always envied my father for. His books and priceless collection of HMV gems have been his best buddies on Saturday & Sunday afternoons. With no soul around, I was by my bedroom window, let a brilliant sunshine which was begging to cut through the blinds come across, lowered the blinds, lied down on my bed staring at the imaginary skies above making a total mockery of the roof above. For the moment I had the luxury to forget everything. After all I was being pampered by the melody and agony of Farida Khanum on Aaj Jaane Ki Zidd Na Karo. This was bliss.
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