Can you forget the Rabindra Sangeet Jodi taare nai chini go sheki that Apu plays on his flute as he leans against the door of their little one room barsati apartment and watches Aparna go about her chores on the terrace, stoking coal in the small clay oven? It’s a beautiful romantic moment that tugs at your heartstrings.
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