An offkey Hawa mein udta jaa-e, mera lal dupatta malmal ka, oh mera lal dupatta malmal ka, with an untrained waver at jaa-e and lal, broke him into consciousness.
It was interspersed with the sounds of the Godrej opening and closing.
Hawa mein udta jaa-e, mera lal dupatta malmal ka, oh mera lal dupatta, the eyeliner traced the left lid, followed by a slower paced, softer malmal ka. Ho jii, Ho jii. The right eyelid.
It then hit a low note, when the singer clasped her pallu with her chin, safety pin in mouth. Hawa -ein udta jaa-e, -era lal du-atta -al-al ka. Ho jii, Ho jii. Today’s saree wasn’t starched, or he’d have to get out of bed, crusty-eyed, and set the pleats. He heard the jewelry box open, and the rattle of bangles. Hawa mein udta jaa-e, mera lal, the pause for lipstick, dupatta malmal ka, oh mera lal dupatta malmal ka. Ho jii, Ho jii.
Hawa mein –
What is the next fucking line? At least sing that in tune.
Silence.
And then through lips fighting instinct came the subdued Hawa mein udta jaa-e, a testing silence, oh mera lal dupatta malmal ka.
Silence rustled by in hurried footsteps.
The door shut quietly.
Have a nice day at work, sweetheart.
What can I say? I like numbers.Much like the butler’s fascination for feet in Mr.Deeds.
Now that I *did* get what it truly meant, I really liked it.Go, Thrush!
Heres a good example why I am such a fan of yours.~ Harneet
TS: =D Well. Maybe they should name the numberfascination with some syndrome title.SM: Heehee. You’re a sweetheart.Pudge: (Ey, go ya.)
🙂 🙂 🙂
There’s a german word for a song that gets stuck in your head. its called a something-worm. Excuse the amnesia (old age and all), but that was really a lovely post.