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| When Asha Bhosle was a kid, they had a huge house in Sangli. It had this kitchen where a wood fire burnt all day. Milk was kept to boil on this fire. Asha had the habit of going to the milk vessel and with one hand pulling the whole cream to my side and eating it up. Asha used to put her hands in the milk and everyone got mad at her but her father adored her and said: 'Quiet! No one must shout at Asha - she's my cat!' Everyone had to drink her 'jhootha'
milk.
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