Rafi Sahab and my regular dreams
Thursday, December 24th, 2020By Achal Rangaswamy
This was perhaps one of those oft- recurring dreams…..
I sat, thinking to myself – “Lagta nahin hai dil mera Ujade dayar mein”. I was missing my idol, my God, the great soul whose voice had taken total possession of me from the evening that I slipped on the rain drenched patch of road outside a theatre in Chennai, as I came out after watching a tall and handsome young man call out “Khoya Khoya chaand”.
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