Bhristi Pore, tapur tupur...

Tapur. Tupur. Tapur. Tupur.
Wet Roads. Umbrellas. Full of Colour.
Cool wind flowing by. Imagine.

मौझ्वा करे क्या जाने, हमको इशारा
जाना कहाँ है पूछे, नदिया की धरा
मर्ज़ी है तुम्हारी, ले जाओ जिस और
जियरा रे झूमे रे ऐसे रे जैसे बनमा नाचे मोर

सावन का महिना, पवन करे सोर
जियरा रे झूमे ऐसे, जैसे बनमा नाचे मोर

This gorgeous and soulful melody weaved by Laxmikant Pyarelal in the words of Anand Bakshi conjure up the magic of Rains.
Rain. A weather romantics awaits. A weather which brings such incredible melodies to life. A weather which itself sings the song of life.
Just a few days back, I decided to take a walk on the Marine Drive. And it was raining heavily that evening. Raining from the heavens. O, what an evening it was. I was walking alone, but felt like someone has been walking with me on that road for ages! And this song had been reverberating in my mind!

जिनके बालम बैरी, गए हैं बिदेसवा
आये हैं लेके उनके, प्यार का संदेसवा
काली मात वारी घथाये घनघोर
जियरा रे झूमे ऐसे जैसे बनमा नाचे मोर
सावन का महिना, पवन करे सोर
जियरा रे झूमे ऐसे, जैसे बनमा नाचे मोर

It felt like deja vu. It felt like I have been there ages before. I felt lost. Yet I felt that I knew the place inside out. I could see my footsteps all over the road. The road wet with vivid memories of a similar rainy evening. The green grass. The dripping leaves. The Moist zephyr soothing the senses. I felt like I was living the imagination, the dream of some poet praising the rain through their colours.

रिम झिम गिरे सावन, सुलग सुलग जाए मन
भीगे आज इस मौसम में, लगी कैसी ये अगन

पहले भी यूं तो बरसे थे बादल,
पहले भी यूं तो भीगा था आँचल
अब के बरस क्यूँ सजन, सुलग सुलग जाए मन
भीगे आज इस मौसम में, लगी कैसी ये अगन

With Kishore Kumar singing in the background, Pancham And Yogesh stirring the heavens to pour magic, it feels that the rains have washed the soul of all the earthly dirt and left only pure love. As I kept walking through the path trodden at some point of time in history, I felt like a child. A child searching for a piece of paper. So that he can build a boat at set sail in the dreamy rain.
And how can the description of an rainy evening be complete without Gulzar. And this was another song playing that evening when I was having a walk through the lanes of my Dreams. A Lata ji song with Pancham touch to it...

अब के ना सावन बरसे,
अब के बरस तो बरसेंगी अँखियाँ

जाने कैसे आब के यह मौसम बीते
बीतेगी जो तेरे बिन,वह कब बीते
तेरे बिना सावन सुनने
तेरे बिना अब्ब तोह यह मनन तरसे