My Life, A Cocktail

Its a beautiful rainy morning in San Francisco. The kind that leaves tiny glistening drops on your hair. The kind that has high rises disappear midway. The kind when all you want to do is sit across the window of a moving train, sip milk tea and watch the raindrops slash across the glass and drop off, like transparent fireworks.

Lag ja gale… Ki phir ye haseen raat ho na ho Shayad phir is janam main mulaqat ho na ho Hum ko mili hai aaj yeh ghadiyaan naseeb se Jee bharke dekh leejiye humko kareeb se Phir aapke naseeb main yeh raat ho na ho… Now and then, you are forced to leave people behind. Circumstance is to blame each time. And every now and then, when I listen to this song, it reminds me of all those people and the last few moments I spent with them. Each time a pang of mixed feelings go through me. That’s the reason I remember to hug people when I leave them. Some that I absolutely can’t live without, I hug twice :-) Beautiful song…