My evening runs in Nehru Park are soundtracked by my dad's old Kishore Kumar tapes—but last week, listening to "Zindagi Ek Safar Hai Suhana," I actually matched my pace to the rhythm of the tabla for a solid minute. Felt like flying, yaar, even if my stitch-ridden lungs begged to differ later.
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