In 2001, my roommates and I ran into Bhagyashree (star of the Rajshri hit Maine Pyar Kiya and duds like Payal and Qaid Mein Hai Bulbul) while exploring Underground Atlanta. While she seemed ill at ease at being noticed, we managed to get autographs on scraps of paper, choosing an apt moment when hubby Himalay was not on the scene (Didn't want his autograph. Would be rude to ignore him were he around). Three years later, while sampling the Indian-Chinese offerings of Chinese Rasoi, one of several stalls in the totally Indian mall called Global Mall, friends and I spotted Abhijeet and Sadhana Sargam, who were performing later that evening. Abhijeet was visibly tired, but was gracious to let us share a photograph. In true tech savvy fashion, my friend whipped out his cellphone capable of grabbing photos, and one of the gentlemen in the entourage offered to take the photograph. That's the good news. The bad news: he wasn't tech savvy. The result: no photograph.
It must be said that Sadhana Sargam could walk past you in real life, and you would never be able to match such a simple unassuming person and the melodious voice behind several hummable songs.
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