Album: पकीज़ाह OST
Throat sore. I don't know how or why. =(
Rewatched bits of मुग़ल-ए आज़म and all of पकीज़ाह today. Felt like a good day for melodrama in gorgeous dress.
I love Meena Kumari, the overwhelming sorrow and tragedy she wore in her aura, her tearfully-breaking voice.
Sadness always steals my heart; I don't know why. I give my heart to sadness and it hands me back a pulpy, bloody mess, beyond recognition, perhaps beyond repair: There is such a thing as "asking for it".
Must watch myself these full moon nights. Be aware. Beware.
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