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December 30 MERA SAAYA
Censor Certificate CC No – 81615 / Length – 3789.4 meter / Reels – 15
SONG#1 Tu jahan jahan chalega mera saya saath hoga / small part on wedding album / in scene Sunil Dutt
CARD#1 Suchitra Presents CARD#2 Sunil Dutt Sadhana in CARD#3 Mera Saaya (in Eastman Color) CARD#4 Title in Hindi and Urdu CARD#5 Starring – Jagdish Sethi, K N Singh, Anwar Hussain, Shivraj, Ratanmala, Narbada Shanker, Kumud Bole CARD#6 with Mukri, Manmohan, Tiwari, Late S Nazir, Dhumal & Prem Chopra CARD#7 Screenpaly – G R Kamath CARD#8 Dialogue – Akhtar-ul-Rehman CARD#9 Director of Photography – V Babasaheb (WICA) CARD#10 Cameraman – K C Raja (WICA) Associate – V S Kalontkar Assistant – Sayed Abid Eidroos CARD#11 Audiography – Manohar Ambekar Songs recorded by – Mino Katrak Associate – Bhansali Re-recorded at – Raj Kamal Kala Mandir CARD#12 Art – Desh Mukerj CARD#13 Editing – Das Dhaimade (AFE) CARD#14 Choreography – B Sohanlal (South) Assistant - Saroj CARD#15 Make-up – Abdul Hamid, Dinu Indulkar, Ram Tipnis CARD#16 Hair Dresser – Miss Khurshid Costumes Designed by – Bhanu Athaiya Costumes In charge – Panna Ujawane CARD#17 Controller of Production – Girnar Singh Jain CARD#18 Production Managers – S G Bob, Ismail Khan, Fazal Mehmood CARD#19 Office In charge – Rahi Banarasi Junior Artistes Supplied by – Shamsuddin CARD#20 Chief Assistant Director – Padmanabh CARD#21 Assistants: Direction – Sudesh Issar, Bholu Khosla, Biren Bole Music – Sonik, R RLSuri, Ghanshyam Art – Jadav, Bhattacharya, Maruti Rao Kale Editing – Sridhar Misra, Rajaram CARD#22 Sound – Noor Jamal Qasam, Bahadur Make up – Vithal Pednekar Costumes – sakharam Production – Haroon, George, Bismillah, Abdul, Zaheer CARD#23 Produced at – Mehboob Studios Processed at – Ramnord Research Laboratories Ltd CARD#24 Acknowledgements: We are grateful to the management of Lake Palace Hotel, Udaipur for their cooperation in filming some of the enchanting scenes of this picture in the lake Palaces. CARD#25 World Rights Controlled by – De-Lux Finance Corporation CARD#26 Still – Kamat Photo Flash Special effects – Rauko Effects Services Outdoor Stills – A L Sayed PRO – Sundeep Main Titles – Ansari (G D Arts) CARD#27 Play back – Lata Mangeshkar, Mohd Rafi, Asha Bhonsle Recorded on HMV CARD#28 Lyrics – Raja Mehdi Ali Khan CARD#29 Music – Madan Mohan CARD#30 Produced by – Premji CARD#31 Directed by – Raj Khosla
SONG#2 Title song / Inspector enters / Lata Mangeshkar / BG / playing on ¼”tape SONG#3 Jhumka gira re / Asha Bhonsle / on Sadhana /FB from police station / an antara which not heard:- bagiya mein balma ne meri lat uljhi suljhai, tham ke aanchal bole gori tu mere man bhai, Aankh jhuka kuchh na boli ssss… kuchh na boli hai hai, Aankh jhuka kuchh na boli, dheere se muskai, Sainya ne jab chheda mujhko, ho gayi haatha pai, Ho gay haatha pai… phir kya hua Phir jhumka gira re kya boloon bekar mein (bullets fired, song ends) SONG#4 Naino mein badra chhaye, bijli si chamki hai, aise mein balam mohe garva laga le / on Sunil Dutt, Sadhana / in BG / in synch later / goes back to BG SONG#5 Title song / Lata Mangeshkar / BG / on Sunil Dutt / entire song / after court room scene Dialogue “jhooth ke bhi kaheen paanw hote hain?” Ek Sher saya palkon ka chubh na jaye tan-e-nazuq mein, main unse kehta hoon no ankhon mein basa karte hain
SONG#6 Naino wali ne dil mera loota / Lata Mangeshkar / on Sadhana / in scene Sunil Dutt saying many Urdu couplets SONG#7 Title song / on tape / BG / in scene Sunil Dutt SONG#8 Aapke pehlu mein aake ro diye, dastan-e-gham suna ke ro diye / Mohd Rafi / on Sunil Dutt / synch SONG#9 Title song part / after decoit’s (Prem Chopra) death / he played Sadhana's twin sister’s husband ANITACensor Certificate Title - ANITA / CC# 84903 / Length – 3930.10 meter / Dated 02.06.67 On picture of Guru Dutt - Dedicated to the memory of my Guru Song#1 - Gore gore chand se mukh par kali kali ankhein hain / Mukesh /on Manoj Kumar hiding on a tree / Sadhana on screen Card#1 ANITA (Eastman Color) Card#2 Raj Khosla Films Present Card#3 Sadhana Manoj Kumar in ANITA Card#4 Starring I S Johar, Sajjan, Chand Usmani, Shah Agha, Mukri, tuntun, Kesri, Satyen Khosla, Dhumal Card#5 with Bela Bose, Madhumati, Kumud Bole, Shivraj. Uma Dutt, Ram Lal and Dhanna Introducing a new star Kishan Mehta Card#6 Story Idea - Raj Khosla Card#7 Screenplay – G R Kamath Card#8 Dialogue – Chandrakant Card#9 Art – Desh Mukerji Card#10 Director of photography – V Gopi Krishna WICA Card#11 Audiography – Manohar Ambekar Songs recorded by – Minoo Katrak Associate – Bhansali Re-recorded by – Mangesh Desai at Rajkamal Kala Mandir Card#12 Editing – D N Pai / Assistant – Waman Rao Card#13 Make up – Abdul Hamid / Dinu Indulkar / Ram Tipnis Hair stylist - Khurshid Card#14 Costumes designed by – Bhanu Athaiya / Costumes In-charge – Panna Ujawane Junior Artistes Supplier – Haji Shamsuddin Card#15 Controller of Production – Girnar Singh Jain Card#16 Production Managers – Ismail Khan, S SG Bob, Fazal Mehmood Office In-charge – Rahi Banarasi, C R Panchal Card#17 Associate Director – Padmanabh Card#18 Chief Assistant Director – Sudesh Issar Card#19 Story by – Virendra Sinha Card#20 Produced at Mehboob Studios Processed and printed at Ramnord research Lab Ltd Card#21 Still Photography – Raul Studio Publicity Designed by – Ajanta Arts Advertising Special Effects – Rauko PRO – Sandeep Card#22 Assistants Bholu Khosla & Viren Bole - Direction Marutirao V Kale - Art N G Rao, V S Rao, T H R Rao and R M Bhalla – Camera Prem Singh - Editing Shashikant and Gorakh - Music Sakhram - Costumes Vithal Pednekar - Make up Noor Jamal, Qasim and Bahadur - Sound Babu Patil, S K Abdul & Zahir - Production Card#23 Choreography B Sohanlal (South), Sudarshan Kumar, Kamal Kumar Card#24 Lyrics - Raja Mehdi Ali Khan Card#25 Play Back - Lata Mangeshkar, Mukesh, Usha Mangeshkar Card#26 Music - O P Nayyar Card#27 Executive Producer – Lekh Khosla Card#28 Produced and Directed by – Raj Khosla SONG#1 Gore gore chand se mukh par kali kali ankhein hain – BG / after Niraj comes to know Anita committed suicide / on beach rocks / Mukesh SONG#2 Kaise karoon prem ki main baat / na baba na baba pichhwade buddha khansata / Lata Mangeshkar / Sadhana and crowd / fancy dress SONG#3 Kareeb aayee nazar phir miley, miley, na miley, yeh arzoo ka chaman phir khile, khile na khile / Lata Mangeshkar / on Sadhana / in bar on a ship / I S Johar in scene SONG#4 Title song / repeat part small / on Bandra fort / Manoj Kumar Sadhana / BG SONG#5 Main dekhoon jis ore sakhi ri, samne mere sanwariya / Lata Mangeshkar / on Sadhana / outdoor Nainital / in scene Manoj Kumar SONG#6 Tum bin jiwan kaie beeta, poochho mere dil se / Mukesh / on Manoj Kumar / in scene Sadhana / outdoor Nainital SONG#7 Hai nazar ka ishara sambhal jaiye, jaiye dil ki baton mein na aaiye / Lata Mangeshkar and Usha Mangeshkar / on Bela Bose and Madhumati / in scene Manoj Kumar June 04 What might have happened on Apr 19, '74On Apr 20, 1974, news of Awtar Kaul’s dramatic death had spread in the film and art circles like a wild fire. Especially owners and staff of Samovar and Gaylord were badly shocked, since they knew Awtar, as a bright new filmmaker and as their regular visitor. Everyone had something to talk about him. Conversations heard on ‘Apr 19’ became the backbone of the story ‘what might have happened.’ After these ‘snippets of conversations’ of his friends and people from these establishments were pieced together, there emerged a believable story line, with a time line of, not more than 12-14 hours. First piece from Arab Bungalow (Patel home): Apr 19, 1974, morning. No one can have any idea exactly what time Awtar left home. Getting out could not be seen as an unusual activity for paying guests of the Patel family. Arun, his roommate too was a busy person by then. He may or may not have noticed him leaving. People go out for work, for fun, for a date or meetings… So his leaving home that day could not be seen as anything special - except that, that late morning Awtar went out for the last time. Second piece provided by conversations at Samovar: It is early afternoon, may be just before lunch, when Awtar got there. As Samovar staff knows their regular customers very well. Awtar would be talking about his film, its production, actors, future plans, his frustrations… to his friend Butani, a young independent journalist. She must have been scribbling all the details on her writing pad for press. It would be understood that they spend too much time at that restaurant or at some stage, may have gone away somewhere else. Their relationship was understood to be more than interviewer and interviewee. They met quite often and were together for long hours. Second piece from a bar: This is the most important piece of conversation that comes from a painter who narrated it to the cinematographer, Bir. This painter was a part of the group of at least three people, he himself, Awtar and the lady journalist Butani, who were carrying on from their lunch date at the Samovar. They were at the Ritz bar for a drink… after a while as they loosened up, the lady got too emotionally aggressive towards Awtar and let out steam. Due to this loud display of frustration from the woman, the painter now becomes familiar with the tangle between the two. Not only the painter; but ‘memory water marks’ of the scene are left on the staff of the bar too. Later these marks will turn into conversations for completing the story line… In the end things become a bit calm. The group finishes wine and dine. They pay up. Awtar and the lady offer to drop their painter friend at his residence. He accepts. They take a taxi and head towards ‘White House’ at Walkeshwar via Marine drive. Closing conversation: Geography: The painter lived right down where the sea touches the wall of the apartment building. Situated on the right, at the lowest edge of White House, from a distance it looked like a studio apartment or even a garage. But for a painter like him, it must be a beautiful place to live, having unrestricted view of queen’s necklace, the sea and its proximity. Painter: “After not so comfortable evening at the Ritz, Awtar and Butani came to drop me. They walked me right down till the last point. Nice of them. As I started a short walk to my house, they waited looking at me. They were being really very kind to me. It was a dark, no-moon night. Sea too was extremely noisy and rough due to peak of high tide. Tall waves were banging on the boundary wall of the building. I went inside my house but decided to keep the door open until they went away. I could see both of them talking to each other. Their actions were a bit heated now. I knew they had been having very bad emotional tiffs. I was changing and doing my usual chores. I thought they may be wanting to spend some more time with each other to thrash things out. I went in the toilet. When I came out, they were still there, but now the girl was standing on the parapet, screaming and gesturing towards Awtar and sea. She was throwing her arms all over! She seemed very very agitated. I was alarmed. Thinking of the neighbors getting disturbed, I decided to go out and cool them down. As I turned back after picking my keys, I saw Awtar standing on the parapet, in place of the woman! He was screaming his lungs out looking towards the sea with outstretched arms. I knew worst had happened! She had jumped in the swollen sea. As I got closer, I could see her being tossed up and down by the waves. Fearing for him, I moved towards Awtar to pull him down to safety. Due to the din, quite a few neighbors had woken up and were standing in their balconies. One of them threw down a nylon rope. I advanced towards Awtar to grab his shirt to bring him down. Just then the waves tossed the woman closer to the wall… and he too jumped down! He caught hold of her. In desperation we threw the rope for them. The girl had stopped trying to save herself. She had lost strength and was floating helplessly. Awtar was holding the rope; but he too was no match for the power of the sea. The waves banged him on the wall many times. They had separated now. Rope was of no use. Someone called up the fire brigade. Waves were now carrying them away from the wall and perhaps towards Chowpati beach. They seemed to have lost consciousness… It may be a little before midnight, when I lost sight of them due to darkness and growing distance.” July 19-20,1974July 19, 1974, 5pm, ground floor of Arab Bungalow, Khetwadi main road, Girgaon, Bombay. The day did not seem to be any different from earlier ones. Land lords of the large place, Patel family was going through its usual lazy chores. Jayantbhai, Bhabhi and Ba (grandmother) were sitting on the floor, as usual. Kids were back from school. Their servant Tukaram, brought tea from the kitchen for all of them. Arun, one of their paying guests was also hand over a cup. Between four people there were three different kinds of cups. Nobody in family think about it. Arun also did not seem to care. He was happy to be relaxing for a day from his grueling shooting schedules. Arun’s room partner Awtar Krishna Kaul, producer-director of an under production film titled, 27DN, had left before lunch to meet friends. His regular time-pass adda used to be Samovar at Kala Ghoda. It was the meeting place and savior for so many people of this city, who were either jobless, between jobs, strugglers, starry-eyed, writers, painters… People would order a cup of tea or a beer and stretch its contents to hours, unless suddenly a waiter slides the bill in front. With experience most of them knew when to renew the order well before a waiter got restless… At 7pm Jayantbhai proudly switched on his Hitachi B&W TV, a star attraction for many. It made a regular gathering of about 15 guests feel very special, watching Chhaya Geet and other weekly movies. Those days it was a huge privilege to be in front of a TV. At 7.30pm Hindi news was scheduled. Jayantbhai and Arun would be anxious to watch it, because of the newsreader. She was a very pretty, young, dusky belle Smita Patil… Among other political headlines Smita announced that national awards for films have been announced. Arun being a film person got interested. Later giving details of various awards, she said Awtar Krishna Kaul’s film ‘27DN’ had won national award in the best Hindi film category! Suddenly a spell of utter disbelief fell over everyone. Jaws dropped down. How could something so special happen to someone living right here inside their home? Their own paying guest? Might be a mistake. But when a clipping of the film was shown, the emotions tuned into a high-pitched excitement! Arun especially was so ecstatic. After all he was an assistant recordist in that film! Patel family boasted to all the TV watching neighbors that the news of the award was about their paying guests. Arun became an instant hero among them. Jayantbhai boasted, ‘Awtar has gone out right now… he and Arun live in that room there…’ As the national award news sunk in, something had to be done to celebrate it. They decided to organize a grand party to announce the news to Awtar and then celebrate with him. Arun and Jayantbhai went out and got a bottle of whiskey and a rum from a wine shop near Dreamland cinema. On their way back they picked up lot of snacks, like assorted bhajia, gathia, batata wada etc go with the drinks… Awtar was still not back. Therefore, everyone used the time to organize glasses, put extra bottles of water in fridge and took out nice plates for snacks. It was past 8pm. He had to be back soon. Arun decided that they all go and watch TV again to watch the English news bulletin too (mainly to reconfirm). Normally, Arun and Jayantbhai would pour a drink around 8pm. So, 9pm was quite late. Unanimously they decided to clink the glasses at 9.30 and keep waiting for Awtar. With noisy cheers in the name of Awtar, Arun, 27DN and National award, this small group of friends took their most exciting first sip… At 10.30, Ba (grandmother) peeped in asking has he not come yet. Arun said, ‘no.’ She said, ‘he also must be drinking somewhere like you all. Do you think he doesn’t know about the news?’ That put a different perspective in everyone’s head. ‘Yes’ all felt, he could be knowing and may be celebrating with people of his own status. Everyone felt that whey should stop making noise and go out for dinner, as the family had to sleep… Arun took the main door key from Tukaram before going to sleep. In case Awtar arrived too late and too drunk, he would open the gate quietly… 3am, Arun thought he heard a tap on his room door that in fact ajar. He thought Awtar is here finally. But it was Jayantbhai, who was shaking him. Arun thought he wanted the door key, but he said there was call for him. Call? At this time? Many quick ‘dark’ flashes crossed his mind. His father, mother, accidents god knows what. Arun was just about 23 years old and he was shit scared of getting a bad news from his family. In his drunken sleep Arun asked who has called? Jayantbhai said ‘call is from the police station and they are talking all crap. I don’t understand what they are saying.’ In the darkness Arun got up in his underwear and walked to the phone in outer verandah. ‘Hello’ he said. Caller voice identified itself as a police inspector. Arun said, ‘yes, I am Arun Sharma’ and in few seconds he sat down on the floor while listening to the cop. The receiver slipped from his hand and he passed out… Jayantbhai was shaking him up. Arun had gone to sleep again sitting on the floor with the receiver hanging near his face. Jayantbhai put the phone to his ear and kept it down. Slowly both realized what had happened. Around 4am a police jeep noisily stopped near the gate of Arab Bungalow and two cops shook the collapsible gate. Arun was awake now and was dressed in pant shirt. Entire Patel family was awake too. Arun stepped out. He said, ‘I am Arun Sharma’. He was made to sit at the back of the jeep. They drove to Nair hospital near Bombay central station. Arun followed two cops to a room where a police inspector was sitting. ‘Come in’, inspector duty said and pointed him to a chair to sit. A green curtain was drawn at his side. Inspector held a small telephone diary in his hand and was going through it. Arun knew it belonged to Awtar. In a moment inspector got up smartly and said, ‘come’, drawing the green curtain aside. They both entered. There he was. On the stretcher was Awtar in his familiar red kurta. Inspector asked, ‘is he Awtar Krishna Kaul’. ‘Yes’ Arun mumbled moving closer to him. He noticed many bruises and cuts on his forehead and face. Arun went closer to him and lifted his hair from his forehead to see if there was any other major hurt. Perhaps he wanted to touch his face and hair. He also became very angry with Awtar. ‘Why’, he thought, ‘what was the need to be so rash in life?’ They both moved out and sat in chairs. Arun had never felt an emotional tide of that magnitude in his life. He was just 23 then. Deeply shaken from inside he had managed to stand steady through it. Inspector narrated his version. “Awtar’s body was seen floating in the sea at Girgaon Chowpati at around midnight. Fire brigade was called and with great difficulty they fished him out. You see it is no moon night and high tide was at its peak. He was rushed to Bhatia hospital, closest from there. He was alive then. For some reason they refused admission. Then he was rushed here; but was declared dead on arrival.” For the police, identification of the body was complete. Arun was free to leave. He came out and same jeep dropped him back home. Everyone was awake. Arun sat with them. Bhabhi made some tea. Arun narrated what he saw and reproduced inspector’s version of the incidence. Nobody knew how to react to this sudden reversal in fortune. Arun could not sleep in the room, next to Awtar’s empty bed for many months. ![]() Shooting of 27 DN started on Aug 19, 1972 at Malad's Mudh Island, with scenes between Rakhee and M K Raina. Rima on UN mission Rimko u r there? in Afg...? 8:20pmRima hi arun uncle 8:21pmArun hi 8:21pmRima yes i am in kabul i am in kabul 8:21pmArun how does it look as first exp? 8:22pmRima war torn everything broken damaged 8:22pmArun oh even the city? 8:22pmRima lots of military it looks like parts of kashmir/the pahadi region yah, kabul 8:22pmArun ok damaged so much / sad 8:22pmRima the afghans are STUNNING , Men especially so so good looking. 8:23pmArun actually women too but they cover so much 8:23pmRima yah, some afghan women are pretty not all..... but all the afghan men look good without exception, literally 8:23pmArun r they friendly or undoubting? cool 8:24pmRima very very friendly 8:24pmArun vow 8:24pmRima soo hospitable, simple 8:24pmArun grt 8:24pmRima people 8:24pmArun hope u r clicking pix of those frndly people i wanna see them too 8:26pmRima i have not clicked that much yet. coz our movements are so restricted im in a armoured car bullet proof car all the time i go to work and I come back. last night I had a scare 8:26pmArun what 8:27pmRima you know the UN has cleared about 6-8 restaurants that expats community can visit 8:27pmArun do u hear gun shots etc in distance? ok 8:27pmRima and all the restaurants have disguised entrances, so keep it quiet and underground away from the taliban 8:27pmArun hmmm 8:28pmRima so last night my colleagues were going to this restaurant and I joined them later around 9.30 i called for the car to drop me, and so we went on our way and we suddenly stopped at a checkpost. 8:28pmArun ok 8:29pmRima we've been given security briefing that there are many checkposts and so we must not get off, the driver ad the body guard will deal with it. 8:29pmArun ok 8:29pmRima so i just stayed quiet, saying my prayers then the guard opens my door and asks me to step out 8:30pmArun ;-/ 8:30pmRima i hesitated but I had to, so I did. then the guys at the checkpost aasked me to enter a room 8:30pmArun OMG 8:30pmRima i thought this is it, I am going to be arrested and taken away in my second day 8:31pmArun haan 8:31pmRima then I stepped into the room ( by then I was shaking), it was a small room 8:31pmArun Rima is no longer online. The following was not sent: ok (send as a message) 8:32pmRima is online. 8:32pmRima then I stepped into the room ( by then I was shaking), it was a small room one guy was there with a desk and chair and he looks at me up and down and asked me if I were afghan 8:32pmArun u were in burqa na? 8:33pmRima i said no, he asked if I have a passport, I showed him my passport and then he asks me to step into a door. no no, in kabul u don't have to wear a burkha, but u have to wear long kurtas ad shalwars or pants underneath and u have to cover ur head with a head scarf 8:34pmArun ok then? 8:34pmRima then i step into the next room, that room is much bigger and it has a "charpai" u know those beds u have in dhabbas in punjab 8:35pmArun haan 8:35pmRima I just started crying, i thought i was going to get raped and killed or sold to the taliban !!!!!!! by then I was really trembling then suddenly the man screams loudly and another door opens 8:35pmArun my god rima... 8:36pmRima and one man comes out and says okay, you have been cleared for security and u can enter the restaurant !!!!!!!!!!! I was shaking for the next 2 hours 8:36pmArun so this security post was for restaurant? 8:36pmRima Apparently this restaurant had been under attack by the taliban in the past coz its only for foreigners and they had increased security and created the entrance like a check post i had no clue no one informed me at work 8:37pmArun oic 8:37pmRima i was terrified all evening after that 8:37pmArun thank god yaar 8:37pmRima yah, so all restaurants apparently have this sort of entrance and disuise 8:37pmArun u had dinner? 8:38pmRima i was alone for the first time in the car yesterday and its only my second day, so don't know much was really frightening 8:38pmArun i m sure 8:38pmRima i can laugh about it now, but it wasn't funny yesterday 8:38pmArun no no even i cant laugh about it after hearing it from u Rima if u got things to do u can carry on Rima is no longer online. The following was not sent: because i m at home just chatting with u (send as a message) 8:40pmRima is online. 8:40pmRima yah so its scary in many ways im nervous to go anywhere alone coz u just never know they think i am afghan every where 8:41pmArun but my dear u r not supposed to go alone na 8:41pmRima if i dont open my mouth, everyone talks to me in dari or pashtu but the advantge is that almost every afghan speaks urdu and hindi 8:41pmArun oh strange 8:41pmRima so its perfectly fine most fled to pakistan during the taliban and returned after 2001 and they all watch hindi movis so they have a pakistani accent most afghan 8:42pmArun really? 8:42pmRima so it feels like home yah 8:44pmArun rima sushila says hi to u she is with indu in pune went for 2 days 8:44pmRima oh okay yes, I was talking to mamma on skype last evening and sushila aunty just reached home 8:45pmArun oh ok / what r ur hotel rooms like? 8:45pmRima so i talked to her little bit too 8:45pmArun how many of u in a room? 8:45pmRima im staying in a guest house uncle 8:45pmArun ok 8:45pmRima the compny has 2 guesthouses about 3 floors, 6 rooms in the house in each guesthouse we have a common dining, kitchen and we have a cook who cooks for us dinner 8:46pmRima breakfast nad lunch we eat at the office 8:46pmArun ok good / this comp is urs or company's 8:47pmRima is offline. 8:50pmArun rima chalo byee u take care i love you 8:51pmRima okay uncle lots of love xoxoxoxo talk to you soon i'll try and take photos |
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