Moods
Stvoriti

Imagine a chair that has been standing in the corner since 1999, minding its own business, when suddenly “choo sir” sits on it like he’s about to crush the laws of physics. Poor chair was probably whispering, “Ya Allah, ab toh retirement dedo mujhe.” ? Every time someone pulls the chair, it makes that “creeeek… choo choo…” sound as if it’s complaining: “Bhai mujhe relax karne do, roz tumhari weightlifting karni padti hai!”

Safar ka apna hi maza hota hai, lekin jab safar me Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan ki qawali chal rahi ho to phir us safar ka rang hi kuch aur hota hai. Gaadi chali ja rahi hoti hai, khidki ke bahar hawa tez chal rahi hoti hai, raste ke manzar badalte ja rahe hote hain, aur andar gaadi me bas ek hi cheez chal rahi hoti hai—Nusrat ki awaaz, jo dil ko jadoo ki tarah apni taraf kheench leti hai. Aisa lagta hai jaise safar bhi ruk kar sun raha ho.