The first time I heard the Sarode was in India in the fall of 1966. We visited a music festival which continued for four days and nights. One of the artists was Zarin Dharuwalla, a Sarode playing beauty from Mumbai. She was nineteen and a fantastic player. I was hooked.
As we had travelled overland from Europe I had no money or way to transport a Sarode home. After a few months I arrived back in England and ordered a Sarode from a Mr Kansara.
So my first Sarode was on the way. I didn't get it for a year later. Things take a long time in India. By the time I recieved it I was in Toronto, and a new immigrant to Canada.
To be continued..................
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