#Scurf137: Ali Sethi and Delhi winters
Listening to his songs during Delhi's severe late December winters warms the cockles of my heart
Somehow, somewhere out of the blue, early this winter Ali Sethi’s music re-entered the narrow bylanes of my very slightly musical life. In whatever few minutes I got to myself alone, I listened to one new (to me) Ali Sethi song every day. It started with Gulon Mein Rang Bhare. (It always starts with Gulon Mein Rang Bhare).
Then came Ranjish Hi Sahi and soon, others followed.
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