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Kahin To Hogi Wo...

Kahin To Hogi Wo tiptoes into my world, its arrival not adorned with accompaniments. It finds its way in like it was meant to belong here. Long before it talks about a parallel world, I find myself levitating.

Summer of 2008, I was a teenager when I first heard this song. Yet nothing seems to have changed in how I, even today, feel about it. I sometimes wonder if that’s a good thing. Evolution must mean that our perception of things change, right? But what do you do when you find yourself at the same juncture as you did all those years ago?

Yet that is not the reason why this song has stuck with me for so long. All it took was just this one word to sound the way it did. This one word for which I haven’t yet found a more suitable cousin in another language. This one word that shadows everything else that is going on in the by-lanes. This one word that I make room for almost instantly.

This one word - khafa.

Jaane na kahan wo duniya hai
jaane na wo hai bhi ya nahi
jahan meri zindagi mujhse
itna khafa nahi

Khafa is why my desire for a parallel world exists.
Khafa is the anguish of an incomplete yet sustaining love.
Khafa is the reason for an escape and at the same time the seed of hope.

Khafa is life’s relationship with me.

And I think very few songs say it better than this one!
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  1. PaheliJune 08, 2021

    Yes, the all time favourite song of mine and all time go to song with each and every moment especially the nights, the love, the sadness, the memories.. this is best song I herd.. umm second best as I am yet to discover my best song but atif Aslam songs.. hona tha pyaar, jeena jeena and this all are equal and have something that can't be explained just felt.. this song takes my heart and return it by filling love, joy, memories and a big smile.

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