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the sarangi on his forehead with great devotion and put it down. "Wah, bahot khoob jio mere bachche" exclaimed Allarkhan Saheb. Without stopping, he took Arshish's hand and brought it to his lips. Embraced him. Arshish hesitated. After that, satisfied, he patted the back of Anwarkha Saheb, his favorite disciple. "Why is this precious diamond still covered Anwar? Letting people know how she sings sarangi" he said. "Abhi Nahi Ustad, Waqt Aya Nahi Abhi Tak" said Anwarkhan Saheb humbly holding his ear. Hearing the same words again brought back all the hopes of Ashish. He got angry. He took the permission of both the Ustads and went out with Khalmane. Thoughts started coming into his head. Why does Hai Abbajan always do this? Why not give us a chance to play it on stage? All the famous people praise you wholeheartedly. Everyone asks why we don't do public events. His only answer is, 'No time yet'. Very often if we persisted, he would say "Vakt se pelehi kismet se yada kisiko kuch nahi metla." If you come, I will play the clock in such a way that even the clock will stop for a moment! Ashish was galloping like a young horse going for a race. It is not that Abbajan is ahead of us Who will not be consumed? Then why not his son! This thought came to Arshish's mind and he felt ashamed of it. "Ya Allah Maafkar" he slapped his own cheek a couple of times, seriously wondering why Abbu wouldn't let him play freely apparently.
If any rites have been done on Arshish since birth, they are sarangi tunes. The first thing to be recognized is the sarangi tunes. If any toy is found, a fiddle. For him, the second name of life was music. He was extraordinarily talented. He quickly absorbed what he taught. He was sure to carry on the legacy of his illustrious family.. His father was his mentor. They praised his playing eloquently. He deeply admired the boy. They wouldn't let his words slip. But it was Parul's puzzle as to why they were not allowing him to program independently. 'If there are any errors, I will try to correct them'. Adhunam many times he said to them. But he said only one thing, 'There is no time yet for the same'.
Kore Ammi in the morning
Then all day long
Arshish was now in his twenties. A sweet face with a sweet smile had begun to please him. His dream of becoming a great musician was for everyone, for everyone. But the dream of him and Parul together was only his alone. It was his lonely beautiful world. He had taken care that it should not be seen by anyone. He had been seeing Parul for the past several years. Parool fighting with him, then Parool enjoying herself, then Parool drawing rangoli in the courtyard with one mind, then Parool playing the garden in the rain, Parool listening with her eyes closed while he played the sarangi, he used to struggle to see her at times other than Riyaz's time. She smiled at him as if he enjoyed conquering the world. Then his day went very well. He wanted to spend his whole life with her. Went to ask. But it's all in a dream. He always thought of himself. He still had no place in the outside world. Once he started performing, the whole country would know him. Then he was going to tell Ammi slowly. Ammi Abuna, Abbu would have gone to ask her Babuji himself. And then, everything was going to be great. But when? But it was not certain.
Such were the days. Arshish had not seen Parul for the past few days. He was depressed. Riyaz did not like it either. That's how Sankranti came. Every year his friends used to come to him in the morning. Their terrace was high and spacious. Ammi used to prepare snacks for his friends in the morning. And then they fly kites all day long. Arshish didn't feel like flying a kite today. Her elder brother Dipankar was also flying kites with his friends on Parul's terrace. Occasionally, chatter and banter would come in handy. It was evening. Parul came to the terrace with glasses of syrup in her hands. Arshish was happy. Looking at her he said, "You didn't come to fly kites today Parul! Look how many kites Dipakar broke."
"Now where is she coming, Dad," Dipankar said mockingly. "Where does she have time to dwell on trivial things like moths?"
“Yes, now all attention will be on her postman. Pigeons are also very popular these days. Aunty was saying." Someone pulled Ri. Parul, who was watching with wide eyes, now blushed. She put her head down and ran away. Ashish did not understand anything. Seeing him confused, Dipankar said, "Oh dear, Babuji has gone to Calcutta to arrange Parul's marriage. Ma will come to you in a day or two to invite you to the feast. The boy is big and nice. So Babuji hastened." hish put the sarangi on his forehead with great devotion and put it down. "Wah, bahot khoob jio mere bachche" exclaimed Allarkhan Saheb. Without stopping, he took Arshish's hand and brought it to his lips. Embraced him. Arshish hesitated. After that, satisfied, he patted the back of Anwarkha Saheb, his favorite disciple. "Why is this precious diamond still covered Anwar? Letting people know how she sings sarangi" he said. "Abhi Nahi Ustad, Waqt Aya Nahi Abhi Tak" said Anwarkhan Saheb humbly holding his ear. Hearing the same words again brought back all the hopes of Ashish. He got angry. He took the permission of both the Ustads and went out with Khalmane. Thoughts started coming into his head. Why does Hai Abbajan always do this? Why not give us a chance to play it on stage? All the famous people praise you wholeheartedly. Everyone asks why we don't do public events. His only answer is, 'No time yet'. Very often if we persisted, he would say "Vakt se pelehi kismet se yada kisiko kuch nahi metla." If you come, I will play the clock in such a way that even the clock will stop for a moment! Ashish was galloping like a young horse going for a race. It is not that Abbajan is ahead of us Who will not be consumed? Then why not his son! This thought came to Arshish's mind and he felt ashamed of it. "Ya Allah Maafkar" he slapped his own cheek a couple of times, seriously wondering why Abbu wouldn't let him play freely apparently.
If any rites have been done on Arshish since birth, they are sarangi tunes. The first thing to be recognized is the sarangi tunes. If any toy is found, a fiddle. For him, the second name of life was music. He was extraordinarily talented. He quickly absorbed what he taught. He was sure to carry on the legacy of his illustrious family.. His father was his mentor. They praised his playing eloquently. He deeply admired the boy. They wouldn't let his words slip. But it was Parul's puzzle as to why they were not allowing him to program independently. 'If there are any errors, I will try to correct them'. Adhunam many times he said to them. But he said only one thing, 'There is no time yet for the same'.
Kore Ammi in the morning
Then all day long
Arshish was now in his twenties. A sweet face with a sweet smile had begun to please him. His dream of becoming a great musician was for everyone, for everyone. But the dream of him and Parul together was only his alone. It was his lonely beautiful world. He had taken care that it should not be seen by anyone. He had been seeing Parul for the past several years. Parool fighting with him, then Parool enjoying herself, then Parool drawing rangoli in the courtyard with one mind, then Parool playing the garden in the rain, Parool listening with her eyes closed while he played the sarangi, he used to struggle to see her at times other than Riyaz's time. She smiled at him as if he enjoyed conquering the world. Then his day went very well. He wanted to spend his whole life with her. Went to ask. But it's all in a dream. He always thought of himself. He still had no place in the outside world. Once he started performing, the whole country would know him. Then he was going to tell Ammi slowly. Ammi Abuna, Abbu would have gone to ask her Babuji himself. And then, everything was going to be great. But when? But it was not certain.
Such were the days. Arshish had not seen Parul for the past few days. He was depressed. Riyaz did not like it either. That's how Sankranti came. Every year his friends used to come to him in the morning. Their terrace was high and spacious. Ammi used to prepare snacks for his friends in the morning. And then they fly kites all day long. Arshish didn't feel like flying a kite today. Her elder brother Dipankar was also flying kites with his friends on Parul's terrace. Occasionally, chatter and banter would come in handy. It was evening. Parul came to the terrace with glasses of syrup in her hands. Arshish was happy. Looking at her he said, "You didn't come to fly kites today Parul! Look how many kites Dipakar broke."
"Now where is she coming, Dad," Dipankar said mockingly. "Where does she have time to dwell on trivial things like moths?"
“Yes, now all attention will be on her postman. Pigeons are also very popular these days. Aunty was saying." Someone pulled Ri. Parul, who was watching with wide eyes, now blushed. She put her head down and ran away. Ashish did not understand anything. Seeing him confused, Dipankar said, "Oh dear, Babuji has gone to Calcutta to arrange Parul's marriage. Ma will come to you in a day or two to invite you to the feast. The boy is big and nice. So Babuji hastened."
