By: Ganesh Saili For years now, I have heard stories about a piano at the Sergeants’ Mess that tinkled on its own. The story goes that if you hold your breath around midnight, you might hear it too! I tracked down the old barman, who, after years of mixing drinks, had retired from the nearby Convalescent Depot. He was still in the vicinity, living in a house he had built for the family. ‘Oh yes! Tha…
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