In my late teens, when the butterflies in my heart started fluttering with what I realized was the desperate need to fall in love like every silver-screen heroine I had witnessed till then, there were a million songs from Bangla and Hindi films available to express my longing. From 바카라Yaad aa rahi hai (I am remembering you)바카라 of Love Story (1981), 바카라Gazab ka hai din socho zara (Just think how amazing these days are)바카라 from Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak (1988), and 바카라Dil Diwana bin sajnake mane na (Without a lover I cannot control this mad heart)바카라 from Maine Pyar Kiya (1989)바카라the hit numbers were all about love바카라love longed for, love found, love lost. Films, the main source of entertainment and sanctuary for imagination those days, revolved around love, as did our slow, post-school afternoons of giggling friends whispering about the goings-on between girls and boys we knew. In all of this our vital takeaways were two important things: 1) Life was useless unless you found love, and 2) Love was pointless unless it was the 바카라one true love바카라. And we all acquired the anxiety of being declared useless and pointless if we failed.