Sitaraji, 'With a book in one hand and a sitar in the other, I'll go by the lake on a spring day break. Once my eyes get tired with the books, I'll put the belly of the baja in my lap and pull it's strings in those forgotten tune' ho ki kya ho. J hos, don't pull them so hard that your fingers bleed. I made a summery of what I understood from your poems. I would write a critical analysis of it if I understood what it meant. Anyways, same old habit of praising your works. I couldn't help repeating it after reading your poem, what to do. Ajhai padhdai jana pau.