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Oh, my God.

I don't know how it can even exist.

Fuck.

I need a miracle.

Is that why you stopped writing after your bestseller, Intazariq Miracle Ka?

Or just a writer's block?

The colors that we want to see, the colors

that we...

Sid? Sid?

Sid?

Oh!

Sid! Oh my God!

Sid, what happened?

Sid! Sid! Sid! Sid! Look at me! Look at me! Baby, look at me! Sid! Sid, what

happened?

What happened?

I don't know.

I don't know. He was sleeping next to me.

What?

Get him up to the bed.

Get him up to the bed.

Stop crying.

Get him up to the bed.

How did me get him to the bed?

Dull pain tracks my steps.

Silence is full of anguish, punctuated by a cacophony of thoughts crescendoing.

Crashing into me, reality reveals herself far more frightening than

nightmares.

Eternally dreaming.

at the altar of hope, hands clasped, praying that someone can hear my

heart.

The sacred temple, soiled with the blood of love, fresh

wounds, old scars.

A lifetime of decision, once sweet fruit, suddenly

bearing her.

Bitter crop.

Ah Ma?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah.

Yeah, he's fine too.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay.

I'll call you later.

Yes, mom. I'm fine.

Okay.

Okay, Pettu. Bye.

It's okay.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

It's okay.

Look up.

Close your eyes.

I don't know. The death's been around a lot lately.

A man's got to do what a man's got to do.

A lot.

I have needs, Shania.

Isn't this makeup a bit too much?

No.

You're going to look like a doll.

Come here.

Thank you.

You know what?

What?

I think we should have some fun tonight.

T 'en fais pas pour moi.

We'll see you next time.

Let's dance with us.

What happened?

I lost my job.

I lost my job.

I won't get a mechanic like me.

I'll just go to their house, put my finger in their candle and clean the

garbage. I don't know.

Because of this lockdown, everyone has put their finger in the back.

They have made a lot of noise.

They have made a lot of noise. I'll tell you. Look, Kannu has passed.

He's a good guy.

He's a good guy.

Youth intoxicates everything.

An electric sensation.

Everything free.

Deaf to times in discriminate hand.

Toying with all of life's indiscretions.

Stitch with wax wings.

The sun singes.

Fluttering. A fall from the heavens into an eternal abyss of possibilities.

Mistakes without consequences break the banks into rushing rivers of wine along

sandy banks of desire arriving at oceans of love.

Youth, born of the equinox.

A story with no plot, ripened by the solstice.

Pages of who we were, bound forever in chapters of who we can

never be again.

Once again, we saw why Rahul Singh has kept his place in the Indian team.

But his magnificent performance also could not keep the rumours out of the

field.

For so many years, Singh's attitude towards the fans and the media has

been heavy in front of his amazing talent.

But today, it seems that after these spicy rumours, things are coming out of

hands.

Your childhood?

Has anyone ever had a completely happy or unhappy childhood?

Isn't that what being a kid is?

You have no say in who you are until it's too late.

Until all the damage is done.

Untouched youth meant nothing to me at that time.

The world and its wonders were so close at hand, I could reach out and touch the

stars.

I'm starting to forget, stolen by age, my imaginations leaving me.

The further I move away from it, the less real I feel.

Russian poetry.

Is that why you have that silent look on your face?

Thinking of killing yourself?

I have no fucking words.

They didn't want.

Can I?

Can I be your inspiration?

Can I?

You're funny.

Come here.

What? Come here.

Not like that.

Hey. I'm not trying to put my foot on you.

Okay, you'd better do that.

There.

You won't fit.

God help you.

Come to the General.

You write here, and I quote,

Alas, today the poet's job has been reduced to recording our collective

My poetry isn't trying to judge anyone.

It's exposing parts of myself, ripping away at my skin, my

flesh, my blood.

Maybe, even a shed of my soul appears from time to time.

Listen,

you're coming for a doctor's appointment, right?

Your admirers laud you for being the greatest poet of this country, of this

generation.

But your harsh critics question you for writing only in English.

Language is a funny thing, isn't it?

My Hindi comes from my mind and my English comes from my heart.

I write poems for myself, not for anyone else.

But undoubtedly, other people, real people, they just wind up in it.

They're just mere players on the stage of my life.

We're just victims of consequence, circumstance, proximity and chance.

Truth is often bitter, but it's true.

And this is the truth of my life.

So, this cocksucker that I met last week.

Adorable. I mean, really adorable.

And oh my god, he's so angry. And daddy's just like, hello.

So you have to call back.

And that's really bloody annoying because it's like 3 o 'clock in the

You want to get laid, that's fine. But you know what? It's the middle of the

and I want to see you. Maybe go shopping.

I don't know. Go to Starbucks.

Whatever. What the hell? I mean, honestly, how much is the call?

Maybe just lay over on it.

You are a glutton, isn't it?

You are a glutton, isn't it? You are a glutton, isn't it? You are a glutton,

isn't it? You are a glutton, isn't it?

You are a glutton,

isn't it?

It's a job to make a fool of yourself.

If you fall into the government's trap, you can see their policies.

First, they brought demonetization. Then, GST. What happened to that? The

economy got banned.

Everyone went crazy.

The beggars grew up.

Then, to make a fool of themselves, what did they do? They called it the

historical judgment of Ram Janmabhoomi. He came.

Then, after that, the separation of Kashmir.

To make a fool of yourself.

When there is garbage in the water, filter, candle, you will find it in the

water, right?

I don't know, father.

If you understood so much, you would have passed the exam, son.

First of all, no one asks.

Neither the family nor the outsiders.

Right?

Hey, father, what are you saying? You know, in the whole of India, in the

world, the most working population is called demographic dividend.

In India?

In India.

Where is it? Hey, you are sitting in this house and talking.

Population.

Do you have it?

Thank you.

There you go. Thank you.

Sid,

what happened?

Mimosa is in the morning.

They just make everything better.

Cheers.

Did that stop it? This is fucking infuriating.

You know what's infuriating?

That I have a gag reflex.

It's just never useful.

You just have to relax through it.

You tell me, Sanaan.

What happened?

Why? Didn't Aditya tell you? He told me, Sanaan. He told me, but he only told me

that they were in an accident.

Were you high?

I used to drink drinking.

Oh my God.

Of course you were.

Don't you dare play the moral, please.

That's disgusting.

I left you, Sazan. You came after rehab. Then why are you setting this shit up

your nose? I don't understand. You have a sexy nose. No, just shut up, Shania.

Yeah, such a hypocrite.

Guys, can we please?

Can we stop fighting? This is awkward enough. Why in the fuck did you call him

Aditya? You really shouldn't have. All damn people, Aditya. Because he won't

listen to us?

Oh, I'm missing Delhi.

You know how much I love Delhi?

I was there.

Looking for new players for my club.

Cute ones.

Cuter than you.

You know?

With their bats and their balls. Stop it. Can you please be seated?

I'm serious, Raul.

Okay. Okay?

You know?

The boys were pretty good.

Aditya was there.

He enjoyed himself.

In fact, he scored a couple of centuries as well.

Yeah, but they were not ready for primetime IPL.

That's all I can say.

And it was so bloody hot, like a fucking sauna.

And I was there for three days.

Got bored, so I called Shania.

Why am I not surprised?

Jealous? No, not at all.

Because you're a gullible little pansy.

By the way, didn't you leave to be happy?

Yep.

I lost everything when I left.

You always blame me, Rahul.

You resent everything about this.

You're ashamed.

Guys,

really?

Stop it, please.

You keep addressing the producer.

She likes it.

I bet she does.

I bet she loves playing the part of this good Hindu wife married to the star

cricketer.

You must be such a hidden Vashi.

She is good.

You're just such a fraud.

Well, it's where I'm from, Shanaya.

What do you want me to do?

That's not up to you.

Be honest, Rahul. You've never really made a single decision in your life.

You snuffed an opportunity here and you took it.

What was the last thing that you called me before you fucked off and became

meaningless? What?

Oh, you don't remember?

Aditya, you remember you were there?

Is this really necessary?

You called me a spider.

A fucking evil spider.

That was a long time ago, Sanaya. Was it?

Look, guys, I... I just came here when I heard... Heron, Heron, what did you

hear?

Huh?

You know what?

Get it up.

Maybe I should go.

Yeah, maybe you should.

You need to learn to keep your mouth fucking shut.

Hold on, you don't have to.

These days, I see that you braved your way through that god -awful traffic.

Your civilization from the wilds of the chamber.

But don't tell us, Rahul.

How is life in the jungle out there?

Hardly. Not when you see it from my chopper.

We fly over the rest of you like you're not even there.

Yes, here you are.

See, I recall them telling me that you wanted to live a life a little more like

your dreams, a normal life.

Right? Because you wanted that big Indian wedding and that comfortable life

all you have to do is work hard and everything will turn out alright.

Right? Isn't that what you're telling the masses these days?

The illusion of happiness?

It's better than being miserable all the time.

Life is pain.

Luckily some of us have more than enough medicine to manage.

So tell us, how is life in dreamland working out for you?

You're such a cunt.

Sorry what?

Sorry what?

It sounded like you called me a cunt.

No, it's okay.

We're all friends here, right? Don't be shy.

Some of us might another.

You know, I hope Sid and I are used to sharing boy toys like you.

Too bad he never let me play with you because you always seem spicier than the

rest.

You're so fucking disgusting, Shania.

I'll make you a deal.

You fucking twat.

Why don't you become my sex slave and I'll triple your salary?

She's fucking evil.

You know what's evil, Ronald?

Walking in and out of someone's life like it's a revolving door.

You can't make the rules to break them.

What did you do?

What did you do?

Huh?

Other things don't you remember?

You remember Sid's broken heart?

What did this fucker do?

You vanished her name.

You pretended you were okay with this reality and then you could at least

it for the next.

What are you saying, Shania?

When have you cared about anybody but yourself?

Just because you think you can see everything doesn't mean you can.

And unlike you, I am here.

I have always been here, Rahul.

And I always will.

You know what the funniest thing is? I was the one who told him that you were

gay.

That's right.

Sid has never been good at spotting his kind.

I was the one who told him that you were cute and willing.

I hate being right.

But when it comes to you, muscles, I have always been right.

Swirling across the surface, quiet, without warning, it crept upon us.

Its music, soft, pleasant on the skin, invisible to the eye.

We weren't paying attention.

The seasons changed.

The rain left.

Thick air, now crisp.

Somehow we are here.

An uncharted destination.

The wind caught our sails gliding across the horizon.

Was it the look in your eyes?

Maybe it was the look in mine.

It started at night. The small hours of morning.

No longer remaining silent.

No longer without a name.

The sweet taste of love.

I've heard a lot of stories about the beginning of your career.

Was it?

It was all a lie.

I didn't spread it.

The truth isn't that beautiful, and after lying, it looks more beautiful.

Before knowing myself, I wanted to be someone else.

Much better.

With better stories.

Every day when I lie, I think that one day it will be true.

But never.

Then what?

Every night I wake up in a different way.

But every morning it's the same.

The same me.

Did we win?

Did we win?

You scared

me.

I thought you were interested in cricket.

As long as I was interested.

Sometimes it feels like there's no time for the biggest cricketer in India.

Sometimes it feels like if your picture wasn't on every Indian hoarding then

your life wouldn't have any meaning.

Clearly, you have become an expert in this game.

I've heard a lot of rumors.

What rumors?

Fuck,

man.

I've heard a lot of rumors.

I've heard a lot of rumors.

This is the job of the press, right?

What is their job? They speak, right? They didn't listen.

They say anything, right?

Did you get any photos?

With anyone?

Which photos?

I know everything.

The one before our marriage.

What do you know?

What do you want?

Don't make me crazy.

What do you want?

I gave you everything you wanted.

This house, this car.

I didn't give you anything, kid.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

I know someone who can fix it.

It's our secret.

And his little master will bring us luck.

I just want you to love me.

Amen.

Well done!

Well done!

Yes!

You can't even do this!

Be a father to them.

Dreams do come true.

Congratulations.

We also wanted kids, Rahul.

Will you read?

No me quieren promiscua, pero a la cama dejarte de tontería.

Me quieren solo mía.

No, no, no, no, no.

Quieren que hablo bien y solo cuando se me pida. Me quieren inteligente y

comprensiva, pero sin pasarme de lista.

Que piense poco en mí, que piense mucho en ti.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

I'm waiting for you. Get up. Get up.

He said he'll keep you under control.

Did you hear what I said?

What did you say?

Not to him, to Samantha.

What did you say?

I'm crazy about your love.

I keep messaging you, I love you, I love you.

Can I do that? You must be mistaken.

Did you say that?

What will you think?

Are you crazy about her? Yes.

I'm not talking to you.

Don't do that.

Don't talk to me.

Danger, isn't he?

Congratulations, you passed.

Thank you.

Don't talk to me.

Why do you do this?

I told you to come and meet me yesterday. Why didn't you come?

I tried,

but my father stopped me.

You bring tea. My father will go.

I said, do you ever tell him?

Today my result was about to come out. I told him.

I am so tensed all day. You come and meet me once.

You should have called me.

Lipu, don't talk to me.

people get.

Where did you put it?

What is it?

Hair.

Check.

Where did you put it?

What is it? I did the full -on preparation.

I know my Kannu passed.

You didn't take it, right?

You didn't take it, right? No,

no. I took it. No, no. You listen to me. Hey, Bunty, go.

You don't look good.

You don't look good.

I'm going to make another plan.

I'm going to look for it.

You're not like this because of me. I'm not here to take your sorry.

Thank you.

Are you guys fully prepared today? This is... Birthday.

Whose birthday is it? No, I mean... Kiki's birthday.

It's Kikki's birthday again. So you guys called her.

It was last month.

Come on, what happened to her birthday? She didn't call you.

I'll call her.

This is for her.

You're so stupid.

You're so stupid.

I'm going to break the stars for you. Come on, tell me.

Come on, Nipu.

You go around with everyone.

Okay,

go now.

Kikki is here, Kikki is here, Kikki is here.

Kikki, your birthday is here.

Your birthday is back. Thank you.

Thank you.

It's a good day.

It's a good day. It's a good day.

It's a good day.

It's a good day.

I love you. I love you. I love

you.

Keep going, Baba.

A little bit of yours, a little bit of mine, a little bit of mine, a little bit

of yours. Keep going.

Okay.

You are Kiki, Baba.

You are Kiki.

What am I?

Kiki.

Service.

Provider. God told me, God is with me.

Yes. God is with me.

Bless me.

God told me, Kiki, listen.

Baba, you know the world.

And people, you can give anything you want.

Service. Provider. Provider.

Provider.

Hey, Bunty!

Bunty! Bunty is doing it too! Bunty is doing it too! Hey, look at me!

Baba is doing it!

Baba is doing it!

What Bunty are you guys doing?

Give it to me. No, no. Hey, Baba, it's your birthday, right? Come on, drink

something. You start it.

Give it to me, Kiki. Give it to me. It's his birthday, right? He has to drink

it. What did you bring for me? Pepsi?

Yes, so... No, no. You drink it. Bunty, give it to me.

Bunty, drink it.

What is this, man?

Enough! Enough!

Enough! Enough! Enough! Enough!

It was my birthday, so I was celebrating.

What are you guys doing on the road?

Sir, we are friends.

Hmm, who is this item?

Then we will have to do police verification.

What is in your hand?

I gave it to you.

Give it to me, if there is nothing in it.

There is nothing in it.

Give it to me too.

Sir, sorry, sir.

Sir, sorry, sir.

What is this?

Grass?

Sir, sir, sir. Hey, hey!

Sir!

Hey, sir, sir.

Just a minute.

Just a minute.

Just a minute, sir.

Just a minute, sir. Just a minute, sir. Just a minute, sir.

Just a minute, sir.

Brother, he has to do something. He doesn't know anything.

Please, brother. Look at him. He doesn't know anything. He has no idea.

Uncle, say something.

Please, brother. Please. Look at him.

Look at him, brother.

Uncle, what are you doing? Say something.

What happened, brother? Say something, brother.

She went in front of you, brother.

He must have to do something.

What do you want to do? I will do it.

Hey, what's up?

Give me some tea.

Good. Good.

Oh,

it's great.

Let me breathe.

Sir, how are you?

Sir, how are you?

Thank you.

It was 4 in the morning.

The blood was flowing and I was flying.

What do you think?

Just shut up. Listen to me. Oh, you shut up and listen to me.

You're such a fucking hypocrite.

You're such a cliche, Rahul.

I mean, you know what?

You're not here to help me.

You're here to help yourself.

Your guilt.

So that one day if I decide to jump out of the window, you can tell yourself and

everybody around you that you tried your best to help me.

No.

You're telling the same lie that everyone has told my entire life.

I certainly don't need the help of the phenomena of cricket.

Mr. Sexy.

The one who hits sixes in and out of the bedroom.

It's all my fault. It's not your

fault, Baba. It's not your fault. Something like this is not your fault.

We'll get through this, okay?

That's what she said.

What is it?

My heart was burning.

But inside, it was breaking.

That one day, you came into

my life.

And I looked at you.

I never broke.

I never imagined that that day was my very own moment in the

film.

Well, unfortunately that was it.

I'm strong enough to come back again.

I don't want to die.

I never asked you to come this time.

I'm

sorry

I came.

Will you ever write again?

When I was beginning my career I thought if I surrounded myself with great art

I would become a great artist.

But life has slowly taught me that great art is not a fruit of youthful

enthusiasm but rather the suffering of age.

Life

is punishing.

And if I could just channel that onto a page, then becoming great vanishes

under waves of truth.

Gazing through the window into a limbo race.

Of our own color we choose.

The colors that we want to see.

Die contra, vanadise.

A jolly walk, a lonely smile.

What do I do now to change what's all around me?

What do I do for everyone to see what's all around?

There is also innocent, there's also sunny rain.

There is real love. It's rare and it's ill -fitting.

What do I do now?

Well, I'm still crumbling.

Refining the heartache that I'm suffering.

Pulling down my...

Stupid question.

Like why, what, and where?

I think of that smile.

Still walking.

Haven't given up. Still walking. Still walking.