A crowded garden, a thousand lights. Countless people, countless voices: a multitude of emotions.
An old man in a black tuxedo, playing the piano and singing old, sad songs. "For the price of a smile", he says, "all for a smile".
So we sit around the table, smiles upon our faces, tears glistening in our eyes, and the foreboding of loss heavy in our heart. And we pay for the songs with smiles and we sing along, each of us trying to make the evening memorable.
Chaltay, chaltay, mairay ye geet yaad rakhna...
As you move on, remember my songs...
It was definitely memorable. That walk, the play of emotions across a face, the confusion, the shy smiles; the hesitant admission, the laughter and the tears. And the promise to remember forever...
28th April 2007.
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Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Kahlil Gibran
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