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“No account of the history of the Allahabad High Court can ever be complete without an honourable and detailed reference to Pundit Kanhaiya Lal Misra and the multifaceted and many splendoured trail that he has left behind not only in the field of Law but in almost every other sphere of noble human activity.”

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Pt. Kanhaiya Lal Misra - My Father

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