Memories of Karjat
A long time ago my dear brother Anjum and I, with our parents, would visit our sisters Mussarrat, Rafat, Shabana and Kaiser, in a beautiful place called Karjat in India.
Imagine, if you will, a small villa, next to a river, with a mountain view, and the distant sound of steam railway. At this bungalow, six children played games, told stories, ate sweets, and just had a jolly good time. To commemorate these wonderful memories, I am writing a simple Nocture, for piano and violin called “Memories of Karjat”.
Memories of Karjat
