"चलो एक बार फिर से अजनाभि बन जाए हम दोनों ना मैं तुमसे कोई उम्मीद रखूँ दिलनवाज़ी की ना तुम मेरी तरफ देखों गलत अंदाज़ नज़रो से ना मेरे दिल की धड़कन लड़खड़ाए मेरी बातों में न ज़ाहिर हो तुम्हारी कश्म-कश का राज़ नज़रों से" ~ sahir ludhianvi Sahir held his glass of old monk and stood by the pillar watching the mehfil that was beginning to warm up in the middle of the drawing room. A few nazms were floating by - someone sang jagjit singh's version of इश्क़ में गेराथे ए जज़्बात ने रोने न दिया and that usually signaled the beginning of a good night of singing and music. Saturday nights in Singapore or anywhere for that matter were gorgeous. Usually a day spent well and yet one whole day to look forward to. How utterly gorgeous. He was at a dear friend's place, Rohit and Elizabeth had invited a couple of them for a home cooked meal and the night was now progressing into digestifs and dessert and music. Their groups had a few keen musicians - folks who...