between thinking of you
and meeting you.
As if all day
a Hasrat Jaipuri line
is written, struck out,
written again, till he
– not knowing what
to do with it – flings it.
Then evening comes,
Lata picks it up, sings it.
Published with permission.
This selection is curated by Yamini Krishnan.
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