from childhood we have heard her, this amazing phenomenon. shaping our childhood then youth our middle age and now oldage. She had remained our inspiration for romance prayer communion in prayer happiness sorrow and solace.  she became the playback singer for every heroine for the films, every prayer to the divine, every claasical dong , every happiness and sorrow in emotions,  every relationship with loved ones, every feeling of pride for national emotion, even Jawaharla nehru our dirst Prime minister and freedom fightter who gave us our Independence fromthe british sgeds tears when  she sang her song for loove of india,She remained an icon of purity and dignity throughout our llives dressed in white with no progeny,in her own way she was  a saint though i call her  an Avatar of Goddess of culture music and the arts SARASVATI come to b;ess ud like the prophets christ and Indian avatars Rama and Krishna, to give ou  and comfort. and she successded in doing just thatgiving rsuffering people happiness love solace with her music.

As in my view she was the goddess incarnate SARASVATI OF LEARNING MUSIC ART AND CULTURE APPROPRAITELY SHE K\LEFT US TO RE EMERGE WITH HER ON THE GREAT  INDIAN FESTIVAL OF BASANT pANCHAMI when her immages are immersed in the rivers and oceans as she now returns to her heavenly abode. Like wise Laata her incarnation the day after died re imarging with her founder gooess from which she had energed to honour her memory i would like to place here some of her songs and finally the most poignant farewell song.

finally a poignany sog of fareWLL From lata

After me my followers will be there like moths of love on a flame ,the seasons will search for me but no one knows where i will be, the world will sing in the same way the seasons will swing with the same fervour, but neither will i be there and perhaps neither you (my fans) nor our hearts full of bygone love ,yet there will be thousands of loves in caravans seeking their destinations. but the seasons will seek me and yet i will not be there

After me my followers will be there like moths of love on a flame ,the seasons will search for me but no one knows where i will be, the world will sing in the same way the seasons will swing with the same fervour, but neither will i be there and perhaps neither you (my fans) nor our hearts full of bygone love ,yet there will be thousands of loves in caravans seeking their destinations. but the seasons will seek me and yet i will not be there/

here this poignamt song of LATA and fee; its poignancy