In Kashmir,where the year has 4,clear seasons,my mother spoke of her childhood # in the plains of Lucknow,and of that season in itself, the monsoon,when Krishnas # flute is heard on the shores of the Jamuna.She played old records of the Banaras thumri-singers, # Siddheshwari&Rasoolan,their voices longing,when the clouds gather,for that invisible # blue God. Seperation cant be borne when the rains come: this every lyric says................. ! Messages pass b/w lovers, Heer & Ranjha # She only said: the monsoons never cross the mountains into Kashmir. #AGHA SHAHID ALI (1947-2001).
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 07:57:18 +0000