It was a great experience. Unfortunately those days are over. Nowadays, you seldom see an artist listening to another artiste. Also, the sangeet jalsas, would go on for hours. I remember the tickets were priced at 50 paise for sitting on the ground and a rupee for a chair! All this may sound quaint today.
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Ernest Hemingway
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William Osler
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Konstantin Tsiolkovsky
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Penn Jillette
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Colum McCann
