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He Would Wake So Early Tune Up ...

Deepti Gujar
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He would wake so early tune up the violin and play melody I would be listening to his song even before I could learn to hum His music flowed like love in my blood long before my face was even formed He would come back halfway after having left for his workplace a red red balloon floating behind him as I watched him eagerly from the balcony on my giddy feet wobbling in the winter long before I knew he was my father He gave me an arpeggio and taught me to surrender my ... Full story
Posted by Deepti Gujar · Jan 01, 2013
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