The Nightingale1 min 14.3K 1 min 14.3K
You crept into my dreams,
wearing the white sari,
with shy eyes, singing around the garden.
I was unprepared.
You took me by a start.
As I opened the studio door,
I became the voice I had always wanted to be.
It had to be in a single take they said.
The director and the crew were in action
behind the hazed glass panes.
I just knew the design as I stepped in.
They had laughed and scorned at me.
They had said that I sang in a female voice,
I copied Lata Mangeshkar.
I denied, defended and changed.
I mimicked the men.
One couldn't sing in a dream...some say,
one couldn't follow the words.
In my dream, all the defenses were broken.
The fake, female merged in you.
I didn't have to prepare.
I was You.