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Aaj Din Chadheya...

Baksha gunaho ko
Sun ke duwao ko
Rabba pyaar hai
Tune sab ko hi de diya…

...writes lyricist Irshad Kamil. And that is truly the premise from where all the strength, all the rebellion in this song stems from – just a simple belief that no matter what, love is for everyone, that it exists for everybody. The heart, naive, gives into this at once acceding to its own confirmation bias. So when it is wronged, all hell breaks loose.

And "Aaj Din Chadheya" carries the baggage of that. Of all the times a prayer wasn’t heard. That is why the plea that sounds insistent at best turns defiant at once. It speaks to God directly asking for some accountability, a fair justification? The challenge in its voice – almost battle ready – doesn’t worry about how it sounds.

Yet, I am certain "Aaj Din Chadheya" is a conversation in private, probably in the dark of the night too but most likely on paper. For it is impressively potent. Its protest is so powerful, it ropes you in. Its purpose seems befittingly yours. You cannot just be a bystander while "Aaj Din Chadheya" sparks a fire.

But this song is not without its ticklish moments. Before it learns to fight, it learns what to fight for. And the progression is disarming. Its first steps are akin to those of a baby who you desperately want to see rally across to the other end of the room, without falling.

"Aaj Din Chadheya" is both hopeful and hopeless in love. For it doesn’t know what it would do without love. But on some nights, when I cannot help but have my heart broken by music, I wonder if it is really true. That maybe it is the other way round. Maybe love needs this song just as much.

Because for all the times my heart’s been wronged, I have found my solace in this song.

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