Remembering Rana Khura

So much nostalgia, so much pining for Jorhat summers and winters, all of us singing these songs. In the ancestral house, at the picnics, in the car stereo, the tape decks, cousins and brothers on guitars and mandolins, uncles joining too. My father with a flourish of his violin at the end. Not to forget hearing on the radio all the time.

Rana Khura’s songs were not just beautiful and romantic songs for us. They were a culture and a collective consciousness we grew up with. And one that still reverberates through us as the years roll by. Nothing gets in the way. Nothing ever will. These songs stay with us forever.

Remembering #JayantaHazarika on this day! Mitu Khuri, Raja you have done a great job to preserve his memories.

কণ্ঠ ★ জয়ন্ত হাজৰিকা কথা ★ ৰত্ন ওজা