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May 2016
Music was his passion. Guitar his life.

So she went on to become a string of his guitar... The best cord producing the sweetest music ever.

Suddenly life happened.
Fate got her pressed, bruised.
Finally broken.

And then... He replaced the broken string for a new one.
Written by
Sudipta Maity  New Delhi
(New Delhi)   
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