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2 comments:
He sounds a special man. Rest in peace Bhau.
Rest in peace, Bhau.
I like this: “There is nothing I want to say to the young generation. Let them do what they want. If I was in their place, would I have liked someone to tell me what I should do?”
He does sound special. I hope I get to read his works one day.
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