Recently, my Ipod stumbled upon a song that I last heard eons ago. And as usual I instantly flashbacked to Swiss Cottage Tube station in London, scuffling down the stained staircase, running to catch the next tube out, squashing myself against other already squashed passengers and barely letting out a sigh of relief. London Love!
“Jaaney Kyun log pyaar kartey hain
Jaaney kyun woh kissi pey martey hain”
Alighting at Baker Street Station, to catch another connection to Farringdon. In the early morning hours when the only alive place was Pret A Manger sandwich outlets and London underground trains, I ran into a college acquaintance. As lovely as she was I didn’t quite know how to greet her, I was rather a snob back then. Attitude Love!
“Pyaar bekaar kee museebat hai
Pyaar sey hum door hee achay”
Farringdon arrived, alighted out from the century old underground world into civilization, twisted my foot and landed flat on the grey thick cobbled street. Instantly (20 seconds) got up, straightened my twisted ankle, jacket and walked on. Two weeks into my new job, I limped in the office building. Office Love!
“Pyaar mein sar jhukaana parta hai
Dard mein muskuraana parta hai”
I loved my work place; people around me, my work and not to mention the miniscule free hot chocolate that poured out of the vending machine in small brown cups. The hot chocolate that kept me company, warmed my cold white hands and injected my brain cells with some sense. Chocolate Love!
“Pyaar sau rang lekey aata hai
Pyaar hi zindagi sajaata hai”
Fast-forward thirteen years, same London Tube acquaintance, is now a close friend. Had I not been a snob back then I would have discovered much earlier on that amongst many other things, cooking and songs are our common loves! And man, she writes beautifully! Snob Love!
“Pyaar har tarhaan khoobsurat hai
Pyaar key sab roop hain sachay”
Going back to the early London days, every evening I would return from work, down a meal, wash the dishes and slump down on my rust sofa I would cringe for chocolate. A warm deliciousness that would put me to sleep and prepare me for the same drill the next day. And here it was the soothing, ever so dark and delish, Mug Brownie, made in a jiffy, and eaten in a jif! Jiffy Love!