At the time of my visit to Allahabad in October 1996, Kanhaiyalal Mishra was the only remaining sarangi player in the city. He was friendly and charismatic, but seemed to suffer from the isolation and alienation which afflicts many sarangi players in the modern world. He came to meet me in my hotel room, not the most mood-inspiring environment.
We started by talking, and he sang a beautiful tappa for me:
Then he played rag Chandrakauns:
He didn't want to play anymore then because his fingers were hurting.
