It is hard to say, if the Tulips in her garden are blushing more red or her cheeks,
when she hears Alexa sing by her window sill "Har ghadi badal rahi, hain roop zindagi,
Chaav hai kahhi hai dhoop zidnagi"
She hysterically bursts out reminiscing the coincidence of this song while prepping her Quinoa salad.
She reminisces on this line of the song: how she confidently jumbled the words with no qualms of authenticity.
That memory is retro as her red toaster-oven but the heated arguments over the lyrics of song and heartiness of Quinoa salad still lingers.
Palko ko leke saya
pass koi jo aaye.
Lakh sambhalo,
pagal Dil ko
Dil dhadke hi jaye.
A song once cherished for no rhyme or reason,
Now rhymes a reason to revisit some untold tales of her life...
Par sochlo is pal hai jo
Woh dastan kal ho na ho
Har pal yahan jee bhar jiyo
Jo hai sama kal ho na ho
Har pal yahan jee bhar jiyo
