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With extreme devotion, Ashish placed the sarangi on his forehead before setting it aside. Allarkhan Saheb screamed, "Wah, bahot khoob jio mere bachche." He grasped Arshish's hand and brought it to his lips without pausing. hugged him. Arshish paused. He then gave his favourite student, Anwarkha Saheb, a back pat after feeling satisfied. "Why, Anwar, is this priceless diamond still covered? revealing her sarangi singing style "said he. Anwarkhan Saheb meekly held up his ear and stated, "Abhi Nahi Ustad, Waqt Aya Nahi Abhi Tak." All of Ashish's aspirations were revived when he heard the same words again. He became enraged. He got out with Khalmane after obtaining their consent. His head began to race with ideas. Why does Hai Abbajan do this every time? Why not allow us to perform it on stage? You receive the highest accolades from everyone who is famous. Everyone inquires as to why we avoid holding public activities. His sole response is, "No time yet." He would frequently respond, "Vakt se pelehi kismet se yada kisiko kuch nahi metla," if we persisted. If you come, I'll manipulate the time so that even the time itself will pause. As a young horse getting ready for a race, Ashish was galloping. Not that Abbajan is in front of us Who will escape consumption? Why not his son then? This idea crossed Arshish's mind, and He felt humiliated by it. He repeatedly smacked his own cheek while saying, "Ya Allah Maafkar," as he seemed to be extremely perplexed as to why Abbu wouldn't let him to play freely.

Sarangi tunes are the only rituals that have been performed on Arshish from birth. The sarangi music is the first thing that stands out. A violin, if any toy is discovered. Music was his second passion in life. He had a great deal of talent. He picked up on what he was saying immediately. He was determined to continue his prestigious family's legacy. His father served as his guide. They spoke beautifully about his playing. The youngster had his undying admiration. His remarks wouldn't get away from them. However, Parul was perplexed as to why they were preventing him from programming on his own. "If there are any mistakes, I'll do my best to fix them." Adhunam told them repeatedly. He just responded, "There is no time yet for the same," though. the dawn Kore Ammi next, all day long Now in his twenties, Arshish. He had started to enjoy a nice face and a sweet grin. His aspiration to become a renowned musician was shared by all. But he was the only one who had the dream of being with Parul. It was his solitary, idyllic world. He had made sure that no one else could see it. For a number of years, he had been seeing Parul. He used to struggle to see Parool at times other than Riyaz's time. He would see her fighting with him, then laughing, then making rangoli in the courtyard with one mind, then playing in the garden in the rain, and then listening with her eyes closed as he played the sarangi. She grinned at him like though he delighted in ruling the world. His day was then quite successful. He desired to be with her for the rest of his life. went to inquire. However, it was all a dream. He always had himself in mind. He was still an outsider with no place in society. Once he began to perform, everyone in the nation would be familiar with him. He was then going to progressively inform Ammi. Abbu would have gone to ask Ammi Abuna's Babuji directly. Everything would then be wonderful. When though? However, it wasn't guaranteed.

These were the times. For the previous few days, Arshish had not seen Parul. He was downhearted. Riyaz felt the same way. So Sankranti originated. His pals used to see him in the morning each year. They had a large, roomy deck. Ammi used to make morning snacks for his pals. The rest of the day is spent flying kites. Today, Arshish wasn't in the mood to fly a kite. On Parul's rooftop, Dipankar, her older brother, and his friends were also flying kites. Chatter and banter would occasionally be helpful. It had grown dark. Parul arrived on the patio holding glasses of syrup. Arshish rejoiced. He said, "Looking at her, "Parul, you didn't come today to fly kites! Look at all the kites Dipakar destroyed." Dad, where is she going now?" Dipankar asked in jest. Where does she find the time to think about unimportant things like moths? Yes, her postman will suddenly be the centre of attention. These days, pigeons are also highly popular. Aunty mentioned. Ri has been withdrawn. With her eyes wide open, Parul began to blush. She bowed her head and bolted. Ashish had no comprehension of anything. When Dipankar noticed that he was perplexed, he exclaimed, "Oh dear, Babuji has gone to Calcutta to arrange Parul's marriage. In a day or two, Ma will visit you to extend an invitation to the feast. The boy is handsome and huge. So Babuji moved quickly. With extreme devotion, Ashish placed the sarangi on his forehead before setting it aside. Allarkhan Saheb screamed, "Wah, bahot khoob jio mere bachche." He grasped Arshish's hand and brought it to his lips without pausing. hugged him. Arshish paused. He then gave his favourite student, Anwarkha Saheb, a back pat after feeling satisfied. "Why, Anwar, is this priceless diamond still covered? revealing her sarangi singing style "said he. Anwarkhan Saheb meekly held up his ear and stated, "Abhi Nahi Ustad, Waqt Aya Nahi Abhi Tak." All of Ashish's aspirations were revived when he heard the same words again. He became enraged. He got out with Khalmane after obtaining their consent. His head began to race with ideas. Why does Hai Abbajan do this every time? Why not allow us to perform it on stage? You receive the highest accolades from everyone who is famous. Everyone inquires as to why we avoid holding public activities. His sole response is, "No time yet." He would frequently respond, "Vakt se pelehi kismet se yada kisiko kuch nahi metla," if we persisted. If you come, I'll manipulate the time so that even the time itself will pause. As a young horse getting ready for a race, Ashish was galloping. Not that Abbajan is in front of us Who will escape consumption? Why not his son then? This idea crossed Arshish's mind, and He felt humiliated by it. He repeatedly smacked his own cheek while saying, "Ya Allah Maafkar," as he seemed to be extremely perplexed as to why Abbu wouldn't let him to play freely.

Sarangi tunes are the only rituals that have been performed on Arshish from birth. The sarangi music is the first thing that stands out. A violin, if any toy is discovered. Music was his second passion in life. He had a great deal of talent. He picked up on what he was saying immediately. He was determined to continue his prestigious family's legacy. His father served as his guide. They spoke beautifully about his playing. The youngster had his undying admiration. His remarks wouldn't get away from them. However, Parul was perplexed as to why they were preventing him from programming on his own. "If there are any mistakes, I'll do my best to fix them." Adhunam told them repeatedly. He just responded, "There is no time yet for the same," though. the dawn Kore Ammi next, all day long Now in his twenties, Arshish. He had started to enjoy a nice face and a sweet grin. His aspiration to become a renowned musician was shared by all. But he was the only one who had the dream of being with Parul. It was his solitary, idyllic world. He had made sure that no one else could see it. For a number of years, he had been seeing Parul. He used to struggle to see Parool at times other than Riyaz's time. He would see her fighting with him, then laughing, then making rangoli in the courtyard with one mind, then playing in the garden in the rain, and then listening with her eyes closed as he played the sarangi. She grinned at him like though he delighted in ruling the world. His day was then quite successful. He desired to be with her for the rest of his life. went to inquire. However, it was all a dream. He always had himself in mind. He was still an outsider with no place in society. Once he began to perform, everyone in the nation would be familiar with him. He was then going to progressively inform Ammi. Abbu would have gone to ask Ammi Abuna's Babuji directly. Everything would then be wonderful. When though? However, it wasn't guaranteed.

These were the times. For the previous few days, Arshish had not seen Parul. He was downhearted. Riyaz felt the same way. So Sankranti originated. His pals used to see him in the morning each year. They had a large, roomy deck. Ammi used to make morning snacks for his pals. The rest of the day is spent flying kites. Today, Arshish wasn't in the mood to fly a kite. On Parul's rooftop, Dipankar, her older brother, and his friends were also flying kites. Chatter and banter would occasionally be helpful. It had grown dark. Parul arrived on the patio holding glasses of syrup. Arshish rejoiced. He said, "Looking at her, "Parul, you didn't come today to fly kites! Look at all the kites Dipakar destroyed." Dad, where is she going now?" Dipankar asked in jest. Where does she find the time to think about unimportant things like moths? Yes, her postman will suddenly be the centre of attention. These days, pigeons are also highly popular. Aunty mentioned. Ri has been withdrawn. With her eyes wide open, Parul began to blush. She bowed her head and bolted. Ashish had no comprehension of anything. When Dipankar noticed that he was perplexed, he exclaimed, "Oh dear, Babuji has gone to Calcutta to arrange Parul's marriage. In a day or two, Ma will visit you to extend an invitation to the feast. The boy is handsome and huge. So Babuji moved quickly. With extreme devotion, Ashish placed the sarangi on his forehead before setting it aside. Allarkhan Saheb screamed, "Wah, bahot khoob jio mere bachche." He grasped Arshish's hand and brought it to his lips without pausing. hugged him. Arshish paused. He then gave his favourite student, Anwarkha Saheb, a back pat after feeling satisfied. "Why, Anwar, is this priceless diamond still covered? revealing her sarangi singing style "said he. Anwarkhan Saheb meekly held up his ear and stated, "Abhi Nahi Ustad, Waqt Aya Nahi Abhi Tak." All of Ashish's aspirations were revived when he heard the same words again. He became enraged. He got out with Khalmane after obtaining their consent. His head began to race with ideas. Why does Hai Abbajan do this every time? Why not allow us to perform it on stage? You receive the highest accolades from everyone who is famous. Everyone inquires as to why we avoid holding public activities. His sole response is, "No time yet." He would frequently respond, "Vakt se pelehi kismet se yada kisiko kuch nahi metla," if we persisted. If you come, I'll manipulate the time so that even the time itself will pause. As a young horse getting ready for a race, Ashish was galloping. Not that Abbajan is in front of us Who will escape consumption? Why not his son then? This idea crossed Arshish's mind, and He felt humiliated by it. He repeatedly smacked his own cheek while saying, "Ya Allah Maafkar," as he seemed to be extremely perplexed as to why Abbu wouldn't let him to play freely.

Sarangi tunes are the only rituals that have been performed on Arshish from birth. The sarangi music is the first thing that stands out. A violin, if any toy is discovered. Music was his second passion in life. He had a great deal of talent. He picked up on what he was saying immediately. He was determined to continue his prestigious family's legacy. His father served as his guide. They spoke beautifully about his playing. The youngster had his undying admiration. His remarks wouldn't get away from them. However, Parul was perplexed as to why they were preventing him from programming on his own. "If there are any mistakes, I'll do my best to fix them." Adhunam told them repeatedly. He just responded, "There is no time yet for the same," though. the dawn Kore Ammi next, all day long Now in his twenties, Arshish. He had started to enjoy a nice face and a sweet grin. His aspiration to become a renowned musician was shared by all. But he was the only one who had the dream of being with Parul. It was his solitary, idyllic world. He had made sure that no one else could see it. For a number of years, he had been seeing Parul. He used to struggle to see Parool at times other than Riyaz's time. He would see her fighting with him, then laughing, then making rangoli in the courtyard with one mind, then playing in the garden in the rain, and then listening with her eyes closed as he played the sarangi. She grinned at him like though he delighted in ruling the world. His day was then quite successful. He desired to be with her for the rest of his life. went to inquire. However, it was all a dream. He always had himself in mind. He was still an outsider with no place in society. Once he began to perform, everyone in the nation would be familiar with him. He was then going to progressively inform Ammi. Abbu would have gone to ask Ammi Abuna's Babuji directly. Everything would then be wonderful. When though? However, it wasn't guaranteed.

These were the times. For the previous few days, Arshish had not seen Parul. He was downhearted. Riyaz felt the same way. So Sankranti originated. His pals used to see him in the morning each year. They had a large, roomy deck. Ammi used to make morning snacks for his pals. The rest of the day is spent flying kites. Today, Arshish wasn't in the mood to fly a kite. On Parul's rooftop, Dipankar, her older brother, and his friends were also flying kites. Chatter and banter would occasionally be helpful. It had grown dark. Parul arrived on the patio holding glasses of syrup. Arshish rejoiced. He said, "Looking at her, "Parul, you didn't come today to fly kites! Look at all the kites Dipakar destroyed." Dad, where is she going now?" Dipankar asked in jest. Where does she find the time to think about unimportant things like moths? Yes, her postman will suddenly be the centre of attention. These days, pigeons are also highly popular. Aunty mentioned. Ri has been withdrawn. With her eyes wide open, Parul began to blush. She bowed her head and bolted. Ashish had no comprehension of anything. When Dipankar noticed that he was perplexed, he exclaimed, "Oh dear, Babuji has gone to Calcutta to arrange Parul's marriage. In a day or two, Ma will visit you to extend an invitation to the feast. The boy is handsome and huge. So Babuji moved quickly.