'Baawra' Is Where Swanand Kirkire Stops Hiding

'Baawra' Is Where Swanand Kirkire Stops Hiding

I was thirteen, sitting on the swing in the veranda of our house back in Pune. My grandmother, often nearby with a book in hand, had a deep love for poetry. That day, she opened Dushyant Kumar’s Saaye Mein Dhoop and read aloud, “Tu kisi rail si guzarti hai, main kisi pul sa thar-tharata hoon,” which translates to “You pass like a train, and I tremble like a bridge. You may not hear me at all, but still, I murmur your name.” I didn’t fully grasp …