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"Aunty, don't you want to join us in the temple?"
"No. Temple never works for me. I'll wait outside the operation theatre. I want to be on his side...at least when he's dying."
"You don't look okay. Do you want me to stay?"
"Come. Sit here. I'll tell you an incomplete story of Aanand and me."
"I'll grab a glass of water for you."
"That's not required... But, you know, the last time we met was 42 years ago. Aanand was a pure chocolate boy. We fell in love instantly. I always was on the seventh planet, and everyone else was jealous of me. I used to call him Rajesh Khanna."
"What happened then? Why did papa say that his last wish was to meet you and handed me your address."
"He was Rajesh Khanna, but the passionate one. After graduation, I wanted to marry him, but he decided to focus on his career. I tried everything...I even explained to him the concept of live-in in those days. I guess he was more of a society than me. I loved your dad and could not imagine a day without him."

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Gham ka fasana hai, dard yeh purana hai
Itna bhi koi yaad aaye na rabba
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"Didn't you move on? It's been 42 years now."
"I could not rather I never wanted to. Your dad had to move to Bombay for work purposes. We decided to try long-distance...You know, pioneers don't have the advantage of learning from other's mistakes. The long-distance relationship was new back then. We didn't have a telephone to talk regularly. In the first year, Aanand wrote me 25 letters. Later, your grandfather forced him to marry your mother. I was shattered but decided not to marry anyone. I could not move on."
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Zindagi mein koi kabhi aaye na rabba
Aaye joh koi toh phir jaaye na rabba
Dene ho gar mujhe baad mein aansun
Toh pehle koi hasaye na rabba
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"Where were you from the past 42 years then? Didn't your family forced you to get married?"
"Ohh...yes! They tried everything that they could. Later, I approached one of my college professors and asked for help. Surprisingly, she gave me keys to her ancestral home. I ran away...with those keys...to my professor's ancestral home...far away from our hometown. My graduation came in handy, and I worked there as a teacher."
"Didn't papa and you ever talked after that? Weren't you angry at him?"
"Love never let you express the anger immediately. Aanand was helpless, or he could not stand your grandfather. However, we still were writing letters to each other. The frequency was less now, and then he decided to name you after me...dear Nandita."
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Yahi sochta hoon kaise usko bhulaunga
Na woh kabhi aayegi, na usse bhool paaunga
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"Well...this is new. But, papa never talked about you. I'm not angry at him, but not even after maa died five years back."

"When he named you after me, I realized that I was ruining your mom's life. That lady had nothing to do with all this mess. She was not even aware of us. The last time I wrote to inform him that I was moving to a new place and not to send any letters to the old address, and did not share the new address. I was nobody to ruin your, your maa's, and Aanand's love for each other, and I expected him to move on with his new family. He replied, 'I was coward, Nandita. I could have married you. Now, you...moving to a new place...not sharing your address with me...I guess it's good. For both of us. I don't want to assume that you are lying.' On the day I received this last letter from Aanand, I cried. A lot. I still wanted him to urge me to share my new address. Let me tell you, Nandita- I've not shed tears from then...till today. To conclude, my tears have dried up now."
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Dil ke joh armaan the dil mein hi reh gaye
Aashiqui joh ki toh hum ashqon mein beh gaye
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"Let me guess...you did not move to a new place. You were in the same village for the whole time. Dad knew it...that's why he asked me to send a letter with his final words to you at the same address."
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Jeene ka thikana hai na, marne ka bahana hai
Itna bhi koi sataye na rabba
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Song Name- Rabba
Movie- Musafir (2004)
Lyricist- Kumaar and Dev Kohli
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