Yaar tori basant manayi
Basant means a lot to me. The flowers, the music at Nizamuddin Aulia Dargah in Delhi. I can smell the flowers from my Bangalore living room, can hear the strains of Qawwali. Hundreds of years ago, Amir Khusrau had started this tradition dressed in yellow saree dancing in front of his beloved Master Khwaja Nizamuddin… continue reading