One day, as Ramesh sat on his favorite bench outside the Hanuman temple, he began to strum a worn-out harmonium that had been with him for decades. The instrument, much like his voice, had seen better days, but Ramesh's fingers moved deftly over its keys, coaxing out a familiar tune. The melody was that of an old Hanuman bhajan, one that his grandfather had taught him many years ago.
One day, as Ramesh sat on his favorite bench outside the Hanuman temple, he began to strum a worn-out harmonium that had been with him for decades. The instrument, much like his voice, had seen better days, but Ramesh's fingers moved deftly over its keys, coaxing out a familiar tune. The melody was that of an old Hanuman bhajan, one that his grandfather had taught him many years ago.
