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Tera Yaar Hoon Main...

"Tera Yaar Hoon Main" is absolutely delectable in how it doesn’t try to elevate friendship by pitting it against love. It first quietly establishes that both can co-exist and then, just how it should be done, goes on to celebrate friendship with great aplomb.

Insecurity in friendships is a universal phenomenon, which is why this song strikes such a chord, but instead of conveniently spewing hate against love, it goes back to the drawing board, back to its very basics. It walks through the old by-lanes with nostalgia running high in its veins.

The first hi-five, the first secret, the first act of sharing, the first fit of laughter – long before friendship becomes this school of unwitting selflessness, so much of it is about the little nothings. The moments that you bring together in the universe, so exclusively yours, nobody ever will live it the same way.

"Aaja ladein phir khilono ke liye
Tu jeete main haar jaaun
Aaja karein phir wohi shararatein
Tu bhaage main maar khaaun"

It decorates the surrenders in a friendship like unwitting acts of selflessness, acts that are anything but driven by hidden motives. And really, aren’t we all a little selfless in friendship? A little less careful, a bit more truthful?

Even if "Tera Yaar Hoon Main" were to be the last call to save a dying friendship, it would still be non-threatening in its demeanor. See how it puts a hand around your shoulder and gives the biggest, warmest hugs. For it is not just a song about friendship but in many ways, a friend itself.

And it owns that up. It knows.

It knows that to be a friend is to provide subtle reassurances, often in the trickiest of times, stickiest of situations. And when called for it, sometimes saying only as much is enough –

"jaate nahi kahin rishte puraane, kisi naye ke aa jaane se..."

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  1. Song which is just not a song but it's our emotions, our words that we want to say to our friends.. a blessing.

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