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My grandpa listened to 'rpm' records closed his eyes and bathed in the shower of music. My mom took us to concerts, played cassettes in tape recorders and the tunes paved our way to growth. My children are used to view music silent imagination of old days lose trail, baton of flight of fantasy rests on choreographers. 9th October, 2017.
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
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My grandpa listened to 'rpm' records closed his eyes and bathed in the shower of music. My mom took us to concerts, played cassettes in tape recorders and the tunes paved our way to growth. My children are used to view music silent imagination of old days lose trail, baton of flight of fantasy rests on choreographers. 9th October, 2017.
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Kolkata, India.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
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