This song from the old Hindi film Chhaya is inspired by Mozart’s Symphony No. 40. While Mozart gives one wings and carries the listener away on his notes, this song affects one almost as much with its lyrics as with the tune, and also its picturisation. The trees swaying against the backdrop of the clouds and the moon, captured as though they are in tune with the music, the charming setting of the old world house and the beautiful actors all together form a symphony, and transport one into the days when the world was bigger, time was slower, life was lived at a gentler place and was lucidly defined in shades of black and white. Or at least the books, songs and films of those days manage to convey such an impression.

I love watching Asha Parekh in this song, in which she plays the role of a reader who falls in love with a poet without ever having seen him. Instead of her stereotyped cutesy expressions, she looks convincing here as a besotted young woman who is smitten with the poetry of a man, and whose love of the art has dissolved the boundaries between the art and the artist. The hero’s dress – the quintessential attire of an Indian poet in the sixties films and the flowered sari and large bindi of the heroine and the satin ribbons that she has used to tie her hair in two plaits are endearingly nostalgic.

The song is set during the first meeting between the poet and his admirer, in which the poet refuses to appear before her and reveal his identity for some strange reason. As is usually the case with Hindi films, there is no logic here but it is undoubtedly romantic. For who wouldn’t want to fall in love first with the verse of a poet and then with the poet himself and then find out that he is young, single, as dashing as Sunil Dutt and above all, is also in love with you?