The Ghazal King cast his spell. Charmed us. Mesmerised each and everybody present. And wound up. While all of us had to come to terms with a very pleasant experience coming to an end a young woman pleaded with folded hands, almost begging on her knees, for her favourite number to be sung. He did not disappoint her, pulled her nearer and hummed a line into her ears. We too heard it. And admired his very innocent hug of her.
I WROTE THIS FOR THE TRIBUNE ON HIS EARLIER VISIT TO A HARYANA TOWN WE HEARD HIS IN THE DRAWING ROOM AND IT WAS A BIGGER TREAT!
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