I remember stealing fruit from our neighbour's mango trees. More than the act of stealing, I remember the neighbours being horrified that a singer's daughter should step into their compound. I would be thrown out. Incidentally, the same people invite me over to their house today and call me 'Gangubai' with great respect. There are so many incidents that I will never forget—I remember singing for the Belgaum Congress session which was attended by Gandhiji—my only paranoia throughout the programme was that I would be asked to eat my food separately.
In On Gangubai Hangal by Sabina Sehgal Computer Science & Engineering - University of Washington
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