I went to meet Hans Raj Hans in Lahore’s Avari Hotel on the Mall Road on a February morning. He had performed at the same hotel a day before. We sat down to speak in a small lobby on the second floor. Raj sat there after warmly greeting me, with his blonde shoulder-length curls and light eyes, in an overcoat that looked like a sherwani. He wore silver rings in his ears and fingers. Read More:
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