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Before mother left, in a long-ago time, we had been very rich. My grandmother had been a great singer, a Kothewali whose voice was more liquid and beautiful than Lata Mangeshkars. Eleven Nawabs and two Englishmen were besotted with love of her. From these great heights, Gudiyas world plunges into the depths of almost complete penury when she arrives in Delhi with her an Before mother left, in a long-ago time, we had been very rich. My grandmother had been a great singer, a Kothewali whose voice was more liquid and beautiful than Lata Mangeshkars. Eleven Nawabs and two Englishmen... Read More