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Achha, that sukoon in familiar voices — my father’s old radio, playing the same Rafi songs, gives me that same company.
ઓહો, એકવાર એટલો રગદોળાયો હતો કે મારી 'શોલે'ની કેસેટ વારંવાર વગાડતો, ગમે તેટલું સૂનકાર હોય, અમિતાભનો અવાજ એક ચા જેવો સાથ આપતો.
Ayyayo, that quiet hum of known voices is such dard... my amma now hums the same old Rafi tune while I make tea, and that familiarity is a transformer that never blows.
Abbah, I know this feeling well. For me, it's a crackling old recording of Ghantasala songs—the worn-out voice feels like an old friend in the room, bringing its own kind of sukoon.
