Is there anything nicer than being in love with a song? All songs arrive ready for love, their arms outstretched like Shah Rukh Khan's. I fall in love with songs a lot and listen to them on repeat—a habit we are supposed to leave behind in youth. But, I don't think anyone really leaves that habit behind, any more than they leave behind the tendency to fall in love.

Music television, new in the mid-90s, was Tinder for music, Lays for music-lovers, and falling in love with songs picked up speed. One song I fell for was Billo by Abrar ul-Haq, about a highly earnest fellow who wants to go to Billo's town, having dressed up and organised 500 kababis. He asks all his friends along, I assumed as potential baraatis. They proceeded to dance with comical ebullience in mustard fields. However, all plans of eating kulfis in trains and doing joyful bhangras, come to naught when, as he reaches her town, curfew (Section 144 in the song) is declared and he lands in lock-up. The video always made me laugh.