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Mausam ki adla badli mein ...

I am not a big fan of the movie 'Black'. I think the true inspirational story of Anne Sullivan-Helen Keller was turned into a overtly dramatized average movie.
I have never understood the mind of Sanjay Leela Bansali. A director of a movie is primarily a story-teller. I wonder if Bansali ever tries to tell a story. He directs his movies as if he is trying to paint a sequence of paintings. It's possible he uses the colors as metaphors. It's possible! Only I don't see it. And I wonder how many do if there are any. 
Anyways, seems like, so distracted was I while viewing it that I missed one gem that was embedded in the movie. The song 'Mausam ki adla badli mein' sung by Gayatri Iyer, almost flawlessly. Now, I am not a music expert by any standard but as a listener I do consider this song as one of the best compositions of the last decade. It's crafted to near perfection, if not to perfection. The composition is haunting, the rendition mesmerizing and lyrics sheer poetry. 
Yet, I have consciously avoided listening to this song since last year and half. 
I get strongly affected by some songs and sometimes the emotions and memories that they carry destroy the tranquility of the heart. Nostalgia is an element that enters a song subjectively. We all associate songs to different times in our lives; to different emotions. A few of the songs carry the aroma of moments frozen in the past. Once these songs fall on the ears the moments begin to replay in your mind, the cocktail of emotions begin to affect your state of being.  
Last evening, I happened to listen to this song accidentally on the radio. Each time I listen to this song I am reminded of the moment when this song was first introduced to me. The emotions and memories come flooding back. Even though the memories are ones that I am extremely fond of, somehow, it leaves me regretful. I, hopelessly, wish to go back in time just to live one extra moment.

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