Dilo ke mahollen jaa ke teri meri battein karna
Jahan bharr ki battein bhule teri meri battein karna
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Jhoke jhoke ye hawaan ke laye dono ko baha ke hayye
Bane dekho hum sharmaye ek duje ke
Ek duje ke hathoon ki lakeeron ka tay tha milna
♡ E...
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A very peaceful morning. The sun has just spread its redness across the sky; the magic of dawn is over. The chirping of birds can be heard everywhere. Today's weather is very pleasant, as if all the animals are lost in someone's dance. It seems as if today the winds of Rishikesh have also become enchanted by the captivating rhythm of that beautiful dance, and even the river there, which was calm until then, has started dancing after seeing that dance. It seems as if even nature could not stop itself from witnessing that dance; it too appears to be matching the rhythm of that dance.
The sound of the anklets (ghungroo) was chirping in that quiet place, as if it was matching the rhythm of the birds' tune.
In that entire beautiful environment, the sounds echoed were of birds, rivers, anklets (ghungroo), and songs. A beautiful song that depicts the turmoil that arises in the heart, "Naino Wale," created an atmosphere of joy. Some children stood mesmerized by the dance of that girl.
A girl who was dancing like a playful river in that garden. Watching her dance it seems as if a playful river is flowing. There was a mischief and an expression in her dance, depicting the light-hearted mischief and Naughtiness that happens when the male partner is teasing you and he do some mischief play with the female lead. So in remembering of him the female lead express her feelings in the dance.
Naino wale ne... O o... o...
As the girl danced, her feet bare and her anklets (ghungroo) jingling in harmony with the birdsong, the children watched with wide eyes.
Naino wale ne... O o... o...
She twirled, her pink anarkali flying around her, and her hands weaving a subtle pattern, lost in the rhythm.
