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1) Went home via cab. The taxi uncle started chatting with me. We talked about my occupation and then went into the subject of music. Music really brings people closer to one another. The Indian uncle was a cool dude. In his younger days, he played with the band and thus, he was able to play saxophone, clarinet, guitar etc. I am as I’ll put it totally into music. I want to learn how to play the guitar and I so love music. He told me the songs which he loved from Chuck Berry, Deep Purple, Santana, Voodoo Chile etc which was really cool once again. He could even churn out the chords to the “Smoke on the water”. I was absolutely impressed. I wanted to stay in touch but I can’t envision myself texting him every now and then about music. He even recommended to me a few places where I can shop for guitars, and what’s good and what’s not. There was an amazing connection. It was beautiful!

2) It was sort of strange that I didn’t get his name & he didn’t ask for mine.

Pampi
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