I am a sucker for “good old days.” My school days, college days or even the days of my initially starting work (yup, its not the same anymore). It’s raining here…though the weather is gloomy I feel nostalgic and am smiling, reminiscing how we used to sit in class struggling with math and concepts of physics which made no sense and see the raindrops on the class window, wishing we were home sleeping snuggled in our cozy quilts and what am I doing here screaming in my head. As I frame this post on my phone, I see a bunch of kids on a rickshaw enjoying the cool wintery breeze on their face yet smiling and not cribbing about how cold it is, inspired I roll down my window, to welcome the fresh wintery air on my face and fill up the warm car, followed by a “are you crazy” look from my dad, I sheepishly roll back the window and continue to listen to this song from Rocket Singh….

Pankhon ko hawa zara si lagne do
Dil bole soya tha ab jagne do
Dil dil mein hain dil ki tammana sau
Do sau hon chalo zara sa tapne do
Udne do udne do
Hawa zara si lagne do soya tha ab jagne do
Pankhon ko hawa zara si lagne do

Dhoop khili jism garam sa hai
Suraj yahin yeh bharam sa hai
Bikhri huyi raahein hazaron sau
Thaamo koi phir bhatakne do
Udne do udne do

Dil ki patang chahon mein gotey khaati hai
Dheel toh do dekho kahan pe jaati hai
Uljhe nahin toh kaise suljhoge
Bikhre nahin toh kaise nikhroge
Udne do udne do

As I listen to this song, I feel I am floating in air. For no reason, I feel lighter (hoping it continues like this)