Real life account ...

After a late night darshan at the CP Ancient Hanuman Temple, Delhi we were heading for the kachori shop. The number of devotees at the temple were a lot more than what was expected and the long queue had made us hungry.

While walking over to the kachori shop from the main temple, I heard my favourite song's favourite verse

Yeh mere sapne yahi toh hai apne,
Mujhse juda na honge inke ye saaye

(These dreams of mine are the only ones I can call my own,
I'll never be apart from their shadows.)

On a reflex, I jerked my neck in the direction of the music. I saw a man, sitting on the pavement wearing a black and orange vest and black shorts, eating an orange ice cream bar. He looked like he was in his late 30s and was probably preparing to sleep in the temple courtyard.

Maybe it was just the radio's timings or his little ray of hope flickering in the night, I guess I'll never know. I'll like to believe it was the latter.

We reached the kachori shop.

For some reason, I felt full.

Dil jaane mere saare bhed yeh gehre
Ho gaye kaise mere sapne sunehre
Yeh mere sapne yehi toh hai apne
Mujhse juda na honge inke yeh saaye
Inke yeh saaye

Kahin door jab din dhal jaye
Sanjh ki dulhan badan churaye
Chupke se aaye
Mere khayalon ke aangan mein
Koi sapno ke deep jalaye, deep jalaye

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Song: Kahin door jab din dhal jaaye
Movie: Aanand