
Strolling down the Mahatma Gandhi Road from the College Street end towards Howrah Tram Depot in the vibrance of the Kolkata metropolis, one can spot a unique world of orchestral cacophony. Little shops from the colonial days of the British showcase a wide array of musical instruments and jazzy uniforms of starking colours with gilded [ā¦]
Playing Brass
Thank you for sharing this short story of mine – A moving tale of love with a twist and a turn, woven around the dying profession of the Orchestral Shops or Band-Baja-Wallas from the MG Road in the heart of Kolkata. Is there a happy ending or is there despair or something totally unexpected. Read to find out.
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My utmost pleasure Trishikh.
My new job since the turn of the new year has taken my time away from being here like I used to. But anytime I get the chance to come around, I certainly do my best to catch up on what I’ve missed.
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My best wishes to you Emmanuel on your new job. May you shine and spread your goodness to others. I look forward to you coming back to my stories whenever you have the time. I treasure your comments and likes.
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Amen! Thank you for the good wishes Trishikh.
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I can almost hear the music from here.
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Thank you!
That’s tribute to Trishikh’s descriptive ability.
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My pleasure Haoyando. You have been a great supporter of my stories. I am always proud to acknowledge that.
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