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a letter from the beloved
sahib jaan reads and re-reads the few words on a piece of paper that was once carefully placed by her feet that one morning during her train journey. after a long night of dancing and singing, she bathes and changes into a white colored set. depicting that regardless of her background as a nautch girl, her heart is as pure and untainted as any. she is in every way pakh. she dips her hair in the running rose water fountain by her bed and goes on to reading the words of liberation this stranger had conjured up for her. oh, but what does he know? if he knew about her doomed circumstances, would he have said the same things. regardless, she hides specks of hope in the pores of the paper and the fragrance of the ink. she tries to feel the traces of his hands that are still lingering on the letter and soon goes to sleep. wether love was meant for a girl like her or not, she cannot help but feel fulfilled.
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yunhi koi mil gaya tha yunhi koi mil gaya tha
यूँ ही कोई मिल गया था यूँ ही कोई मिल गया था
i met someone by chance
sare-raah chalte chalte sare-raah chalte chalte
सर ए राह चलते चलते सर ए राह चलते चलते
while walking,walking around the path
wahin tham ke reh gayi hai wahin tham ke reh gayi hai
वहीं थम के रह गई है वहीं थम के रह गई है
right there it stood still
meri raat dhalte dhalte meri raat dhalte dhalte
मेरी रात ढलते ढलते मेरी रात ढलते ढलते
this night of mine,which was about to fade away
- pakeezah,1972
Lata Mangeshkar | Ghulam | Mohammad | Kaifi Azmi
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THE TRADGEDY QUEEN OF HINDI CINEMA.....
'MEENA KUMARI' 🕊️🤍
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"Teer-E-Nazar"
Meena Kumari in Pakeezah (1972)
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Elegance on it's peak. How seductive she looks right here. This lady was a class apart.❤️
Circa 11th of July, 1959
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Saahib Jaan from Pakeezah
the nautch girl of Lucknow possessed many talents. she looked like a sapphic, so otherworldly that men couldn’t help but frolic to her kotha each night, in hopes that perhaps one night she might hold their gaze. her dance was tantalising but at the same time poetic. when she swayed and swirled in her heavy hemmed anarkalis, she was captivated her watchers in a spell. her voice was steady even when she tapped her feet to the taal, putting even a koyal to shame.
but she was more than a a performer. raised in the alleys of brothels, cradled in the company of courtesans, she had weaved many dreams far away from them. the bewitching woman had many aspirations that brewed somewhere among the four walls of a house that stood miles away from her kotha. there she had a family and an endearing companion who would see her for more than her reality.
saahib jaan was an enchantress, a poetess and the embodiment of beauty. even when she wore nothing but white loose fitted kurtas at night, her elegance never dwindled. from her alluring gait to her entrancing words, she would beguil all who got to meet her.
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