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Dear Kishoreda, Peeping out of the car's window,

Dear Kishoreda,

Peeping out of the car's window, if I've ever seen trees passing by, I've seen them dance only to your melodies.


(Read entire letter in the Caption) Dear Kishoreda,

I recall a memory from my childhood.
"Call kishore dadaji. Right now." The little stubborn me was crying insistently. For hours I kept on doing the same because I wanted to talk to you.
My father being your bhakt, I always thought you were a part of my family. My father introduced you to me as 'Kishore Dadaji'.
For me, kishore dadaji was someone who sings melodies to us. More than aartis and bhajans, I've heard you. I've heard my father sing your songs.
During bedtime, we had a
Dear Kishoreda,

Peeping out of the car's window, if I've ever seen trees passing by, I've seen them dance only to your melodies.


(Read entire letter in the Caption) Dear Kishoreda,

I recall a memory from my childhood.
"Call kishore dadaji. Right now." The little stubborn me was crying insistently. For hours I kept on doing the same because I wanted to talk to you.
My father being your bhakt, I always thought you were a part of my family. My father introduced you to me as 'Kishore Dadaji'.
For me, kishore dadaji was someone who sings melodies to us. More than aartis and bhajans, I've heard you. I've heard my father sing your songs.
During bedtime, we had a

Dear Kishoreda, I recall a memory from my childhood. "Call kishore dadaji. Right now." The little stubborn me was crying insistently. For hours I kept on doing the same because I wanted to talk to you. My father being your bhakt, I always thought you were a part of my family. My father introduced you to me as 'Kishore Dadaji'. For me, kishore dadaji was someone who sings melodies to us. More than aartis and bhajans, I've heard you. I've heard my father sing your songs. During bedtime, we had a #yqbaba #letters #deathanniversary #KishoreKumar #kishoreda #godofmusic