"Main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya / Har fikr ko dhuein mein udaata chala gaya." 
When Sahir Ludhianvi urged us to blow smoke rings in the face of life's disappointments, he was tu...

"Main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya / Har fikr ko dhuein mein udaata chala gaya." 
When Sahir Ludhianvi urged us to blow smoke rings in the face of life's disappointments, he was turning the pages of his own life story and laying bare the sadness deep within ------- heartbreak that he so blithely turned to ashes of memory by lighting cigarette after cigarette, and so beautifully chronicled in words of cheerful pain in the poems and songs he wrote. 

When Sahir and Amrita Pritam met, not a word was spoken. They just stared into each other's eyes ; he chain-smoked....and then suddenly Sahir would get up and leave. Amrita would then light the cigarette butts Sahir left behind and smoke them one after the other, her lips gently caressing the marks left by his. 

Today, as we walk life's crooked path, we may not have a cigarette for company. But, a smoke ring, THAT SMOKE RING ---- the one that helps us through unrequited love, the shattering of dreams, the finality of departure ---- is ours forever in rich pure guinea gold, as a unique hand-moulded, plain polished, sensuously undulating bangle : the Dhuan Ruli. 

Look Sahir, we've immortalized you, and inured ourselves against life's great losses. 

Where's Amrita ? Will someone please WhatsApp her.