While my sitar gently weeps

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I never did get to hear Sarmishtha play her sitar.

The instrument she had in the corner of her childhood room was dusty, unused, with half its strings broken. Nor did Deba-dada ever bust out his tabla drums. But at least I snagged the photo-op. Man, I miss my guitar…

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