I can see glimpses of the old Kapil I knew; the Kapil who used to sit up late at night writing poems and songs on subjects close to his heart; the Kapil whose state of mind reflected in his writing; the Kapil who stayed with me in that rundown apartment in Hari Om Park.
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I can see glimpses of the old Kapil I knew; the Kapil who used to sit up late at night writing poems and songs on subjects close to his heart; the Kapil whose state of mind reflected in his writing; the Kapil who stayed with me in that rundown apartment in Hari Om Park.
Very well written... Keep 'em coming!
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