He was on the seashore again. The familiar noise of the people behind him, the familiar silence of the waves in front of him. Everything was so familiar to him that the contrast itself became so monotonous. He had been seeing and feeling this for so long now. Every other day , he would come here running from the madness of the land, to see the sea.

Bawra mann dekhne chala ek sapna,
Bawra mann dekhne chala ek sapna…

But his feet would still remain on the land rather than moving into the silent waters. It was not that the thought did not occur to him, his only doubt was what if moving to the other side the same feeling would knock on his head again and he would come running from the water to see the land. He will be alone then, noone will be there to even talk to. But he did not do that now also, talking about all of this with anyone.
He kept seeing all in front of him, listening to everything behind him and thinking about both. Light started fading. This was the time, he normally used to start looking back as the vendors will all have sparkling lanterns instead of using the sun.

Bawre se mann ki dekho bawri hain baatein

But today, he did not look back,

Bawri si dharkanein hain, bawri hain saasein,
Bawri si karwaton se nindiya door bhage,
Bawre se nain chahe bawre jharokhon se,
Bawre nazaaron ko takna..

He was preoccupied with all that was going through his mind. As the darkness become heavier, he could see a light on the corner of the sea, where he had never given a look before. Something was flashing far away. It was a lighthouse. There was a smile on his face.

Bawre se iss jahan mein bawara ek saath ho,
iss sayani bheed mein bas haathon mein tera haath ho..

He started moving towards the tower. It was very distant. He would not be able to make it before the sun rises again. He started walking briskly. He would have to be faster. He started running, until the sea came face to face. He had to move through the water. The destination was in his sight. The waters will not be able to stop him, and why were they confronting him, it was for them that he so wanted to be there. But he had his eyes on a brighter thing. He swam across, fighting hard against the forceful waves. He had to reach there. He did. It was made of white marble, which could not be seen from the distance. It looked so magnificient. There were stairs in front of him, when he opened the door in front of him. He was all wet, of sweat and of water. The last step seemed so difficult, but he started climbing, climbing fast, almost running. He reached there. He was on top. He actually was. Now, on one hand was the sea, and on the other hand was the land. Both the sides looked spectacular. He was there, watching all of that, alone. Was it feeling better? he could not answer. Was it feeling special? A lot.

Bawri si dhun ho koi, bawra ek raag ho,
Bawre se pair chahe, bawre taranon pein,
Bawre se bol pe thirakna..

The moon sprang up with full light and there white birds dancing around the light house. A new world, a new neighbourhood, a new hustle, a new life..

Bawra mann dekhne chala ek sapna,
Bawra mann dekhne chala ek sapna…