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Written by Santosh Ojha
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 One of the closest friends during my growing-up days was Murphy. A loyal friend, always reliable (well, almost always) and ready to sit up with me through the night as I struggled with the exam preparations. (I have always been a night person as you can guess). And Murphy was one loyal entertainer! Now a long forgotten name, Murphy used to be a leading brand of radios in those days. And we had one of the most gorgeous sets ever, valves and all.
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Written by Santosh Ojha
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 My mother, mai, as we call her, had this curious habit of collecting coins. Coins of any denomination would be collected by her and secreted away into her old tin box, steel trunk it was called, which was kept tucked-in the overhead shelf in her pooja room. Once in a while the trunk was pulled down, dusted, and a fresh lot of coins was placed inside.
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