I love Parineeti's Ishq Bulava song, which incidentally has rain to boot. Though the hopeful and unfazed swiftly fall in love, even the first-time fearful and bitten sworn-off too gradually fall in love! Ishq bulava to everyone! There is no escape from that cloaked insanity. It just grips you unawares. Awaken and scratch your head - damn! I want him/her. Does she love me? Does he love me? Does she know that I am already in love with her? Does he realize that whatever it is between us, I love him already more? Does she know that I love her more than she could oblige? Does he ? Does she? The depiction of stolen glances and bashful smiles and upmanship in love though silly to others is sweet to the fresh lovers. I like this sequence in the song where the lovers share a bisleri bottle between them along with a flannel shirt. (Though the fate of the bisleri bottle remains unknown, the flannel shirt is mutually co-opted) These days, I am less emphatic about love with anyone who has never experienced good companionship. It is like trying to explain to a bedouin rain: water, falls from the sky but then it is different from the bathroom shower head. It is just water but when falls from the sky it feels different. I know it is just wet and water but from sky it feels more than water from a hose. Falling and being and growing in love is a disbelief to many who have never sought affirming relationships. Against all odds and risks, it is worth to plunge and share that flannel.