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Every night you drove the rickshaw with tapes of the great qawwal who was born in this city playing louder than the engine.
Abbu, I watched your hands at my cousin's wedding and couldn't stop looking at them.
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Every night you drove the rickshaw with tapes of the great qawwal who was born in this city playing louder than the engine.
Abbu, I watched your hands at my cousin's wedding and couldn't stop looking at them.
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