On a starless summer night at Kozhikode beach in Kerala, Bhupinder Singh’s voice wafted across, as refreshing and soothing as the gentle breeze from the sea.
Ya Garmiyon Ki Raat Jo Purvaayiaan Chale/ Thandi Safed Chaadaron Pe Jaage Der Tak/Taaron Ko Dekhte Te Rahe Chchat Par Pade Huye/ Dil Dhoondta Hai Phir Wohi Fursat Ke Raat Din (Or on those summer nights with the gentle breeze/ Staying up late on the cool white linens/ Gazing at the stars, lying on the terrace/ The heart searches yet again for those days and nights of leisure).
After playing that gem of a song from the 1975 film Mausam on my music system and phone frequently for years, it was quite an experience listening to Singh sing it live. Later that night, I wrote about the show for the city page of this newspaper.
