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How thin she looks

Even her nose tapered down

If only she needn't be cremated

But that's impossible

No, not mad

Just raving

Never before such a clear mind

Never before, so clear

Revolver

Nothing broken

Just a handful of blood

The cabinet where the lamp always burns

A corner for the accounts

Another room to sleep in

A shelf full of books

and a safe. The keys...

.. I keep - kept.

You?

What is this?

What have you brought?

What is this you've brought?

They only take gold and silver

They won't even talk to me

I don't want anything from you either.

Perhaps...

.. it didn't actually happen like this

But it must all have happened...

"without thought

I had heard everything

Shane won't touch it

But I'll take it. For you.

Advertise in the morning. You're employed by evening

Young woman seeks employment

Can take care of children

Not of any one else...

I'm talking about her alone

Then it would all have stayed like that - just like that

Keep this at home. Leave just the case.

I have no room here for Gods.

Is it forbidden?

No

No...

But perhaps you would rather not

You can keep it

No, I won't do that

I tell you

I won't do that

I'll keep this in the cabinet with the others

Where the lamp is burning

Take two thousand and the deal is done

One is enough

This stone must have lain with luminous fish in water

My condition...

...was as strained as yours

But now all that you see around

So now you are taking revenge

He who wishes the worst for himself

Who said that?

Does good to others

This age is not like that...

Stop. I've heard this before...

Have you read it?

It's possible...

Where Mir...

Where...

An antique dealer is always an antique dealer

How strange you are!

I didn't think of that at all

One person inside another outside

One can do good in any walk of life

I'm not talking of myself

What of evil!

I'm incapable of doing anything

My gaze...

.. always discreet

Then why do I feel twisted inside?

I haven't changed

There's still compassion within me

The grocer is on the look-out

For a dark, mute creature who can take care of his

motherless children.

This girl is quiet. Bred in poverty he says

He's marrying for the sake of the children.

The poor thing is terrified

That's when she was raising money for the advertisements

I am running a shop. But I want something else

I don't speak to anyone

I don't stare at faces

Yesterday there I was in my shop

I know the entire circumstance

I have always assessed myself

I am assessing myself

There is something...

.. I want to tell you about

Why are you quiet?

Wait, I'm thinking

She blushed

But her eyes were blazing

I liked that

But by then I was sure. She did come back. To the shop

Now it's coming back. Every little details

I remember

I haven't forgotten

As soon as she left I made up my mind

I had given Bua some money

A bribe!

There is for me

some work in Goa

I am taking her away

She has nothing. And wants nothing

I'll arrange that

Absolutely nothing won't do

My childhood wasn't spent in this house.

I know

Your parents died three years ago

There is something I want to say to you

Youth is generous...

But it has no tolerance

Now how do I explain to you what it is to lend money?

Perhaps I understand

The truth?

The truth is...

I want you to know me...

As I am

From the beginning we were both silent

There were no quarrels. Just silence

She would steal glances at me. I was more silent than ever

Yes, I was the one who wanted silence. Not she.

It's true. The generosity of youth is splendid

But just try a feat of generosity that's hard, quiet

and without a flourish...

Opens not The door of accord

As of now

Wounded my desire In orbit spread

As of now

Have shattered Flint-heart you

Someone's fragile heart

O bruised heart, in your lane the distant cry

As of now

Within his cusped palm was my blood

So drank off

Never in flight Is the henna-stained bird

As of now

She used to come to sell a few things

To raise some money for herself

That was at the very beginning

I didn't notice her as different from the others

As soon as she got her money she turned and walked out

Always in silence. Or so it seemed to me

They have all left me

Forgotten me. That's good

How they humiliated me!

A shop-keeper!

You say it. Everyone says it.

So what? That you are a shopkeeper

Let them say what they want

If somebody..

.. would find a meaning...

Whatever they want

You can't stop anyone. Anyone at all

My understanding is without reason

Certain ideas...

.. when spoken may sound foolish and inexplicable

What ideas? Why should they?

Because we are not capable of listening

Perhaps even I have not understood

But this much is true

If you follow a straight path you will reach

These small minds!

Among ten thousands barely one or two will make it

Who started it?

No one

Why did she, in certain things...

.. in sheets, for instance..

.. or in cleanliness..?

She didn't realize how her face was swelling

No one will believe how closely I observed her

I want to get to..

.. the bottom of all this... all this filth

Forty equal to seventeen

Women have nothing of their own

This is to blame for it all

I was forty. She seventeen

This was on her mind

She must have in your eyes...

You overvalue things

Then argue with me about it

These things are not worth so much

I speak little but I am firm

This money is mine

There's no profit from this

When I brought you here I made no secret of anything

From now on I forbid you...

...to interfere in my work

Today she went out first thing in the morning

Yesterday too

I locked up the shop and came here.

But she isn't here either

There is an officer - Yamanuj

From the same regiment as you

He's got something to do with it

Yamanuj!

He had come to the shop

A meeting has been arranged

At the home of Julia Samson the colonel's widow

You were thrown out of the Army

it's true - Why?

I refused to eat...

You were afraid to fight

A summary court-martial gives the verdict

The papers are filled from before. Even the judgement

During the Mutiny of 1857 the British...

For three years after you roamed the streets of Bombay

I did not break

It has all passed

The papers are filled from before. Even the judgement

In 1857 the British...

White flowers...

...on the bed-sheet

She didn't sing very well. she was often out of tune

In a muffled tone she sang softly

I used to listen standing outside

She hides that fact that the sings

She knows only this one song

She is searching for something. I don't know...

I'm not at all quiet or soft-spoken

You come too abruptly to the point - very coarsely

I'm not sure about that. But I'm certainly disgusted

I found what I imagined

Did you see that?

Not really. I'm quite well

You're frail and weak...

Face so pale...

Lips almost white

I am quite, quite well

Mir Taqi Mir

How shall I know why...

My heart is drawn out so

From childhood

From my childhood

By myself

On holidays

it's as though I have passed years like this

Even I... the same

You, on your side of the table...

I at mine

And so it would have remained for years.

The same

But suddenly I entered

Why did I go out?

For our tickets...

And what a crowd there was there!

How they stared at me...

The grocer or me?

A shop-keeper and a money-lender...

...who could quote a little Mir

And I thought it would all remain like that

I'll take you to Goa

In a little while

Your voice is cracked

I just heard it

I'll close down the shop

No, don't say anything

I can't rest in any position

But I could not have kept quiet

That I could be there and not say anything.

I was delighted just listening to you

You are exaggerating

I cannot stop myself

I tell you I was so happy...

.. there behind the door, hiding...

...listening to you

There behind the door

My eyes on your feet...

.. my ears to your voice

Listening to you

I was lost in your intelligence...

.. and child-like innocence

You are killing me

I think of you as much greater than me

I want to live only with you

I could have taken up a job

But after being in uniform...

I decided...

on the antique shop and the money-lending business

When I brought you home...

I thought I was bringing a friend

What is it?

What is it?

This hand has gone to sleep under the weight of my head

Again, today there is an evening

Today again there is an evening

I probably seem strange to you

Nothing wrong

The trouble is that I am a dreamer

.. with difficulty

My indecision every time, on every occasion

Whatever happened, happened by chance

And there's nothing more terrifying!

To perish by chance!

For something could have happened...

.. if it hadn't...

I would have blown by like breeze

Had you any hope of survival?

My reply, as before God, I had no hope at all

Why were you ready to accept death?

I ask you.

I know it. And you too.

If you can guess the truth

I was not asleep then

Perhaps it didn't actually happen like this

But it must have surely happened

Even without thinking

I myself was about to perish

So who could I try to save?

But I had heard it all - known it all

Before me!

She's forgotten me...

So she sings

Is this the first time?

No. She does sing

When you are not here

She's singing

Does she sing?

Before me!

Weren't you surprised when you heard...?

That day in the evening, I lost my courage

To you...

Please talk

Say something to me

I see everything, clearly

To the last detail

My despair. Before you

About myself. About you and Bua

I am weeping...

Why do you say I never see anything?

I'll go away..

I can't stay here any longer

Cannot sleep.

You...

Bua, wait!

Are you all right?

Never mind, you may go

What has happened to you?

Nothing...

You...

I was looking at her

She turned...

.. and then out!

It's damp outside!

You were here, too