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Sometimes, two people are like ships passing by in the night

who meet once or twice by coincidence

and then never again.

I never thought that I would go to Hyderabad alone

and befriend a stranger.

I was carried away by my emotions.

I was drowning.

-Mom? -Yes?

Upma again?

Do you want to eat biryani this early in the morning?

Pasta!

Rahul's mother learned to make pasta from YouTube.

Enough with the tantrums, now eat.

Hello?

Sir!

Yes, Sir.

Yes, Sir.

I'll receive the auditors, Sir.

Okay, Sir, thank you.

Ira, where is my file?

On the stove.

I am boiling it to make a herbal decoction.

Mom, no decoction.

-Here. -Thanks.

Eat quickly, I'm getting late.

Bye Mom.

Bye Mom.

As long as the Earth rotates and the fragrant breeze flows

to say without speaking, if there's something to be said

then hold it with your eyes, if you want to stay together.

-Hello? -Tai (elder sister)?

Yes, Riya?

Is everything okay?

I suddenly started bleeding, so

-I was admitted to the hospital. -What did the doctor say?

Everything is fine now.

The bleeding has stopped but you don't worry.

But where is Abhiram, why didn't he call?

He went to the U.S. four-five days ago.

-So, are you alone? -Hmm.

Riya, I would have come but...

-traveling alone by train? -Tai?

-I am missing Mom a lot. -Don't cry, okay?

I will convince him and come, okay?

Don't cry, okay?

Till then, I'll call Jaya Aunty and ask her to come.

Tai, can you...

-please bring along Mom's saree? -Sure.

You take rest, okay?

I'll come.

Come soon.

Yes.

You can just drop me and return.

I don't have time to breathe, Ira.

If we don't go, then who else will?

If Mom and Dad were here then...

You know that I cannot travel by train alone.

You are not going to space, Ira!

It's just a train!

Millions travel daily by train!

Take a tablet if you feel nauseous!

I am sorry.

Okay, should I book a taxi if you don't want to go by train?

-We'll manage the money. -I cannot go alone.

Ira, if I could come, would I let you go alone?

Everything's very stressful because of the audit.

Manage this one time, please.

Please.

Darkness dwells in my mind.

It brandishes its nails and plunges them in my throat.

Not knowing when it will come next, I live in constant dread.

Don't stare at the meter, Madam.

The more you stare, the higher your blood pressure will rise.

What a beautiful saree.

Look at that necklace.

Aunty, all that jewelry is fake.

And anyway, who works in the kitchen dressed like that?

Now look, she's going to fight with her mother-in-law.

Her mother-in-law is very dangerous.

Tai!

-She didn't bother you much, did she? -A lot!

I'm the one bothered by having to watch this serial.

If you hadn't arrived, my child would have been born saying these dialogues

proclaiming "I am coming, Mother!"

-Sit. -How are you?

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

-I don't even remember it. -Look at this, it's so cute.

How are you doing?

-Doctor? -Yes?

Is everything okay?

How are you related to her?

-She's my younger sister. -Okay.

We have put sutures below the uterus for the fetus.

So it will hold the uterus properly and the baby too.

It is very important to keep in this position.

We will take care of whatever is needed.

Position is important, okay?

-Thank you. -Thank you.

Thank you.

-You go home. -I'll find an auto downstairs, right?

Don't go by an auto.

There will be a lot of traffic now.

You go by the metro.

-I cannot go in a train. -It's not that type of train.

It has AC, no noise either

and it will drop you home in 20 minutes.

And that too in just 50 rupees.

That's it? Only 50?

Fifty rupees for a metro and 500 for an auto?

What is this?

Kaushalya?

Don't listen to him.

He is a cheater.

You go now, this will continue.

I'll come back in a while, okay?

-Take care. -Yes.

Take some rest, okay?

Fifty rupees.

Child, what is your father's name?

Where are you from?

Father!

Water?

Don't give up!

Oh God, your grace!

In your presence, I surrender!

Oh God, your grace!

In your presence, I surrender!

Sir, you've came again?

I've already kept 20 copies of your book.

Not a single one has been sold.

Please, keep this.

You'll do me a great favor.

And yes, if possible, give a little advance as well.

Sir, nowadays, it is the age of Facebook and Twitter.

Nobody reads Hindi books.

Not a single book of Ret Samadhi has been sold for the last four years.

When its translation got the Booker Prize, hardly four copies were sold.

Preetam Sir, when did you come?

Appreciators like him might buy one or two copies.

'Jigri' (Very close)

Unique name.

Like a best friend.

Give me all of them.

-All of them? -Yes, gifts...

You have won the lottery.

You don't know how much you have done for me.

Not a single copy was sold for three months.

Thank you so much.

I'll leave.

Should I give you something like Mir Dard?

This morning, I saw someone in the metro.

She was very nervous and having difficulty breathing.

She was drenched in sweat.

Can you give me a book regarding this?

Add it to my account.

Welcome sister.

-Welcome. -I'll take it.

Abhiram Bhaiya gave 25 gifts to Didi (Riya) on her 25th birthday.

Abhiram Bhaiya loves Didi so much.

How can I reach the hospital from here by bus?

Sister, if you go by bus it will take two-three hours.

Lunch will also get cold.

If you take the metro, you will reach faster.

He wet the bed.

After bathing, he put a damp towel on the bed and made it wet.

I see.

If you see their Facebook video

'I dwell in your luscious locks'

but if you peek into the house then

'Mongoose and snake.'

My Facebook ID is Chulbuli Imli.

And yours?

You are not on WhatsApp either?

I'll make a call and come.

Yes, tell me Ira.

I'm missing you guys a lot.

Don't make noise!

It...

It is becoming very difficult to go on the metro.

It's just a matter of two weeks.

Adjust, Ira.

How can I tell you?

It feels as if—

Here, Kirti wants to talk.

Mom?

Mom, he's scaring me.

Kiru, how are you?

Mom, Teja is scaring me with puffed up cheeks, like a monkey.

Monkeys are cute, aren't they?

Mom, it's not cute.

I need to call my boss, I'll call you back later, okay?

There were a thousand things to say

but his indifference silenced me.

A panic attack feels similar to having a heart attack.

The fast pounding of the heart

difficulty in breathing, and the whole body drenched in sweat.

Those who get a panic attack once constantly fear it happening again.

They avoid everything that can trigger a panic attack

like stairs, lifts, escalators, trains, traveling by a plane, closed rooms...

wherever there's a possibility of feeling suffocated.

Hello, Mr. Bookworm.

-What are you reading today? -Nothing, just a poetry book.

-Don't want to sleep? -I'll be only 10 minutes.

You haven't touched even a single book in all these years.

But in the last six months, all you do is read books.

You have the time to read poets from all over the world

except me.

Okay, you read poetry too.

Come, Tikky.

I will quit this useless job.

Now, I just want to be with you every moment.

This will be my anniversary gift to you.

And I will be absolved of the crime of not reading your poetry.

Don't you dare leave your job.

It's alright even if you don't read my poetry.

But this much filmy drama?

Stop it.

-Spare the Bangla! -Okay, sorry.

Hello, I am Preetam.

It seems like you are new to the city?

Sorry, I could not talk to you yesterday because

I get socially awkward in front of new people.

Sorry.

Me too.

My name is Iravati.

You have a unique name.

Iravati...

Coincidentally, a few days ago, I was reading a play by Kalidas

in which the name of the queen was Iravati.

Well, you are the first person who pronounced my name right.

People call me...

Aairavati

Iyervati

[Shows her wedding toe ring]

My wife's name is Mridula.

People call her Mrudula, one person even called her Mardula (manly) once.

It is also new for me.

I've been using the metro for the last six months.

By the way, this metro is very safe and also fast.

Shall we?

Do you have paper with you?

Paper?

Mridula does this when she is stressed.

Will you try it?

Whose poem is this?

You write poems?

No, it is just my hobby.

I write whatever comes to my mind.

My father used to write very well.

Can I read it?

I have become a poetry enthusiast recently so

can I read it?

Really?

What have you read till now?

Recently, I was reading Kalidasa's Meghadūta.

In that, a mistake leads to a demigod being exiled

and he cannot bear this distance from his wife.

In the agony of his separation, he pleads to the dark clouds

to convey his message to his wife.

-Thank you. -Even in loneliness, you are not alone.

Look around, a poem walks alongside you.

Reach out, hold its hand

if there is nervousness or any little sound of fear

hold the poem's finger and keep walking.

When the full moon appears, pause, and write on it.

You write really well.

Thank you.

The station is here.

We arrived already?

I didn't realize while talking.

Shall we go?

So, how was the metro?

Don't even ask.

I was about to get on the train when I...

got really thirsty.

A kind man gave me water.

Was he handsome?

I am just joking, Aunty.

If we have company and the conversation is interesting

then we forget all our problems.

Exactly!

Now that you're here, all my problems have dissipated.

The tapioca pearls are great!

Okay, I'll leave now.

I'll come in the evening.

Okay Aunty.

Thank you.

He wet the bed again.

You are Riya's sister, right?

Yes, how do you know?

Because of BBC, our Bhak-Bhak (Yak-Yak) Chameli.

How is Riya?

Now, she is fine, thank you.

-This is Partho. -Hello.

Right now we are in a hurry, so we'll leave

but drop by sometime, let's have tea.

Definitely.

Let's go, Sonali.

[Fakes getting a phone call]

Yes?

Yes, Riya is fine.

Yes Aunty, Riya is fine.

Yes, I'll tell you.

Okay.

Hello.

I was about to board the train when the phone rang.

-Do you come at the same time every day? -Yes.

8:00 A.M. sharp.

Same compartment, same seat.

And 6:00 PM return.

Wow, my timing is also the same.

Let's go?

Ya, ya, we can do that.

No, we can do that.

Hey!

I am sorry guys, not you all.

Please continue, continue.

-No, all will be done. -So, what did you see in Hyderabad?

Tried anything special from here?

No, not yet.

My sister's delivery is in a few days, so I am busy with that.

You haven't even had Irani Tea?

This is very unfair.

Irani Tea is very good but

I miss filter coffee a lot.

Life is lifeless without it.

My sister doesn't have a filter and the hospital has instant coffee.

Making good filter coffee is an art.

Some people press too hard and the decoction doesn't brew well.

And some press it too gently and it comes out completely thin.

But its fragrance...

each drop...

The whole process is like meditation.

Wow.

The way you have described this whole process

it really feels as if its an art or a good poem.

Now, we must drink coffee.

Let's get off the train and drink some.

Some other day.

Riya must be waiting for lunch.

You only said that life is lifeless without filter coffee.

It'll take just five minutes, it's right here.

Okay.

Thank you.

It is very good.

Now life is not so lifeless?

O worry!

Why do you worry about me?

Listen, O fear!

Why do you follow me?

Leaving yesterday's lane, I walk on a new path

to find a new world.

The sounds are new.

O sight!

Why do you keep looking at me?

Listen, O tongue!

Why are you angry with me?

Me stopping myself

not speaking my truth.

I have stopped interrupting.

My habits are new.

Now that I'm new, my whole life has become anew.

Now that I'm new, I befriended my life anew.

Peering into my mind.

I want to see myself eye-to-eye from today onward.

My strengths are new.

Now that I'm new, my whole life has become anew.

Now that I'm new, I befriended my life anew.

Now that I'm new, my whole life has become anew.

Now that I'm new, I befriended my life anew.

In Mexico, there's this Huichol tribe.

There, during childbirth

the husband is seated on a tree with a rope tied... there.

You mean...

there?

Yes!

And as the labor pain increases, the woman pulls the rope harder.

It is absolutely correct!

Men who don't understand the pain of women deserve only this.

By the way, who told you this?

I read it somewhere.

Right.

You're dressed up like a hero today?

-What's going on? -Nothing.

Just an important meeting with senior managers

So, how do I look?

Exactly like my hero.

The husband and wife who live above Riya's flat have two faces.

They always quarrel at home but they make Facebook Reels very lovingly.

I think we have always had many faces.

One face for the world, one for our loved ones, and one for ourselves.

And with social media, all this has amplified.

We always hide our real face from the world, yeah?

We hide it so that people don't judge us.

So that they don't use our shortcomings against us.

Do you know there is a tribe in Bastar who

never judge or criticize anyone.

They do not have any such feelings of jealousy and envy.

You are not getting bored with my words, are you?

Sorry.

Absolutely not, please go on.

This book...

In 1927, a missionary, Verrier

was out on a mission to civilize this tribe.

But after going there, he saw that these people are already very evolved.

There is more to learn from them than to teach.

He settled down there with them and lived their way.

They have this one tradition...

Yes, it is called Gotul.

In this, boys and girls of marriageable age have to spend some time with each other in a hut

for a few days

As a result, these people get to know each other better mentally and physically.

So that's why they don't feel anything like judgement, jealousy, or criticism.

-Physically, mentally, in every way? -Yes.

Then what is the difference between us and animals?

The rules that our elders made for our society were thought through.

See...

The rules made by your elders for your society are correct.

But the rules made by their elders for their society are wrong?

-What are you trying to say? -What I am trying to say is...

Cheating, jealousy, fakeness

according to you, are the signs of a civilized society

This is pretty narrow-minded thinking, right?

So, you are saying that I am narrow-minded and fake?

Then even my poetry is fake.

And all the compliments you gave are also fake?

Is everything okay, Riya?

Okay, you tell me.

Shruti's husband used to behave very nicely with her.

But he had an affair with someone else behind her back.

What do you think she should do?

Riya, at such a time don't stress over the world's problems.

How could I not be stressed?

She is my best friend.

Nowadays, one cannot trust anyone.

Except you.

Except me, Abhiram, and my husband Umesh.

C'mon, let's call Abhiram.

It must be night in the US.

Sorry, Tai, my mood isn't right at all today.

My mood has also been off since morning.

Let's watch your favorite serial.

Switch it on.

Sit, sit, sit!

So, what did you decide?

Sir, I won't be able to do it.

Look...

I am retiring.

And I want you to be the manager.

If you'll refuse

then someone else will inevitably take my place, right?

It will be your loss.

So you are not comfortable with customer interaction.

You have to step up.

I have organized professional help for you.

See if this helps.

Thanks, Sir, I'll think about it.

Okay.

All the best.

Hey, silence!

You guys know scrum?

Agile?

I am a PMP certified scrum master

Keep quiet!

Scum meaning...?

Hey idiot!

It's scrum, not scum.

I am sorry for yesterday.

I spoke a bit too much.

No, it's okay.

I also should not have judged that tribe.

You don't judge anyone?

I have so many shortcomings in myself, so how can I judge anyone?

Are you not judging yourself?

A token of my apology.

I used to write short stories in school.

I used to read books, too.

Then I got busy with life and lost that habit.

Who has time these days?

You have a lot of time now.

And whatever compliments I gave you for your poetry weren't fake, they were sincere.

Thank you.

It feels as if the writer of the book has written some lines just for me.

I feel the same way while reading poems of certain poets.

The Bear Tamer and the Bear must have gone away from the world and settled somewhere else, right?

They must have died.

Anyway, staying away from your loved ones is the same as dying.

If only I could meet the writer and know what happened to both of them in the end...

Do you smoke?

No, I used to.

But the smoke bothered Mridula, so I quit.

Why?

When my father wanted to smoke, he used to do the same.

In his last days, we became close, became friends.

He even shared his poem with me.

Those were very special moments.

Why do people wait till the very end to speak their mind?

Forgive me, Ira.

Riya used to come first in maths.

I recognized her talent, but couldn't see your gift.

I had a dream.

That my poems should see the light of dawn.

But in the twilight of life

knowing that the poems that used to flow in my veins

have now alighted onto your fingers.

I am relieved.

While leaving, what else would I have given you except these words?

But one desire remains.

That even after me, you keep weaving the threads of words in your own poems.

He wrote this poem a day before his death.

Had there been some more time, how many more poems would he have written

and shared with me?

Now I understand, why you write so well.

No, I just rhyme words.

My father used to write well.

Has anyone read your poems?

After my father passed away, I narrated it to Riya and my husband a few times.

But I don't think they liked it.

Did they hear it correctly? I mean...

When words emerge from the depths of the heart

it takes time to understand them.

Mridula also write but she writes in Bangla.

You write in Hindi that's why I connected with you more.

Your style is very unique.

It is very emotional, raw, and pure.

I just write it for myself.

Yes, that is fine but

what's the harm in passing it on to others, right?

A dog's death...

-What? -A dog's death means

when someone dies but no relatives or loved ones are with them.

they remain as unclaimed corpses, right?

You know, an unclaimed body.

So, some Dutch poets started a lonely funeral project in which...

they write a special poem and recite it to an unclaimed body.

Your poems can also give solace to thousands of souls.

If not thousands, it can give it to at least one.

I don't know anything about poetry

but his praise seems a bit fake.

Fake?

For the first time in my life, it feels as if someone is understanding my words.

Like someone is reading my mind.

You know, Mridula ji also writes poems.

She seems so perfect.

Tai, you...

You don't have any idea about the world.

Some people are different in front of you and something else entirely behind your back.

By the way, you did not answer the phone so Umesh Dada called me.

Yes, I was...

I'll call him at night.

Did you call yesterday?

The day before?

It's amazing.

Even when we have everything, why do we seek happiness elsewhere?

Tai, be careful.

-I want to see a cremation once. -What?

When my father passed away, I wanted to light his funeral pyre.

The elders refused but

my husband stood by me.

How can I light a funeral pyre with the hand with which I fed him?

I couldn't even see him one last time.

Some wounds linger on.

I was ten years old back then.

And I used to pray everyday that he die.

But when he died and I was lighting his funeral pyre, then I felt regret.

I wondered if it was my curse that killed him.

People will think I'm crazy that's why

I did not share this with anyone.

But when I met you for the first time...

I was very nervous.

I could not even breathe, it felt as if—

They're called panic attacks.

Almost feels like a heart attack.

I read it in a book.

Anxiety and depression have a few common symptoms.

Past trauma also could be a reason.

That's what's written in the book.

I was six years old

when I was going in the train with my father.

My father went down on the station for some cigarettes and...

the train started moving.

He climbed into the rear compartment.

Until he reached me...

fifteen minutes went by.

In those 15 minutes, I experienced hell.

Have you told this to your family or any doctor?

Why?

It is not so easy to share this state of mind with everyone.

Let's do one thing.

You act like Iravati and I'll be society.

I am Iravati?

What is your problem Ira?

Sometimes, I have intrusive thoughts of a train crashing or a bus falling off a bridge.

Sometimes, panic attacks come without any reason.

You're delusional, Ira!

Everybody travels.

Why are only you facing this issue?

You're being dramatic to gain sympathy, Ira.

Be strong.

-Have some willpower. -Wow!

Why didn't this great idea occur to me?

I am not trying intentionally because I enjoy suffering like this.

At the onset of panic attacks...

a doubt comes in my mind.

Lub 72, dub 72, or lubdub 72?

Sorry.

You laughed for the first time.

Oh God!

Will it be raining there?

I don't know if my husband picked up my kids from dance class or

if they got wet on the way back.

It was written in the book.

Slowly inhale for five counts.

Hold it for two counts and slowly exhale till five counts.

Should we try?

Inhale...

One, two, three, four, five...

Hold, one, two..

Exhale...

One, two, three, four, five...

Keep the focus on the touch of your fingers.

Inhale...

One, two, three, four, five...

Hold, one, two...

Exhale...

One, two, three, four, five...

Well, you and I are very different in terms of rain.

-Rain, rain... -Come, come, let's go!

Always on the phone?

Put down your phone.

One second.

What happened?

The kids are playing in the rain, let's go too!

-Mom, you also come. -Sorry, I have to go.

Some important work has come.

I will call you later.

Okay, okay.

Come on, Tikky, come, come.

The sky changed its abode to come and meet the earth.

-With a procession of water droplets... -What if you catch a cold?

-With a procession, it brought rain. -A small price for beautiful moments.

Sometimes when it starts raining, Mridula and I secretly go to the terrace and rain dance.

Incredible.

You're judging me without even seeing my dance.

So according to you, only Hrithik and Tiger can dance, not people like me?

You take the bank's work home?

Does Mridula ji not complain?

I give a lot of time to my family.

My family is quite crazy in terms of antics.

Really?

Then you need to tell me.

Every day should be memorable for us.

Sunrise walks, moonlight dinners

eating the first mango of the season with great gusto...

I am a banker, so I am telling you that these things do not cost money.

And every weekend, the kids and I try making a new dish

from different cultures of other countries.

Sometimes successful, sometimes failed, but every time the excitement is the same.

Wow!

Of different countries?

My poor sister isn't able to eat normal food due to morning sickness.

Yes, have you heard about a dish called Gil-e-Firdaus?

Or Kursi Miyana?

It sounds so ordinary when it is called Dal (lentils).

A dish's name should be like this.

When I was newly married

I told my wife that she cooks Dal really well.

Finish!

Since then, everyday she gives me Dal only!

And with the leftover Dal, she makes Rasam!

And then, Rasam Rice!

My life is all about Dal!

Well, I am an average cook.

But my husband eats happily.

He doesn't complain.

Especially outside the home

in front of strangers

Now it's cooking?

Was the craziness of reading not enough?

There are many fans of my cooking.

Maybe there's some special friend.

Smells like something burning, doesn't it?

Today, there is a potluck in the office, that's why.

It feels as if

my taste buds have woken up.

When we taste something new

only then do we realize what we were missing till now.

Mridula is so lucky, isn't she?

Happy birthday, Mom.

Thanks, my son.

Come soon, otherwise I'll catch the train and come.

Mausi's (Aunt Riya) baby will come and I will come back to you, okay?

Bring me a little rabbit.

And for me, an adorable puppy.

Definitely, but whose birthday is it?

-Okay, give the phone to your father. -Papa is busy, Mom.

Okay, bye.

Yes, thank you.

Is everything okay at home?

Yes.

Okay, bye.

Wishing you a very happy birthday.

-Thank you. -Sorry, I overheard.

Had I known earlier, I would have brought some gift for you.

Let me take you on a trip around Hyderabad over the weekend.

If you don't mind.

The birds have flown to kiss the moon and stars

with the aid of the clouds.

The paths have converged at the turn of this journey.

It was a sign from God.

These new moments have begun to fill my life.

Now my heart has started to laugh.

These new moments have begun to fill my life.

Now my heart has started to laugh.

Travel with me.

Travel with me.

Under the moon's shadow...

In the wet rain...

My heart's river smiles in serenity.

Untold wishes, senseless efforts...

My mind's desires ignited a passion.

These new moments have begun to fill my life.

Now my heart has started to laugh.

These new moments have begun to fill my life.

Now my heart has started to laugh.

Travel with me.

Travel with me.

Come, Preetam Sir.

-Come, sister-in-law. -No, she is not...

Forgive me.

She is the woman afraid of trains, right?

What did you tell him about me?

Nothing.

I asked him to suggest some books on panic attacks.

He is a book expert.

Once I go back home, I will find a job.

And I'll get my father's poems published.

Earlier, when he wanted to get it printed

the money was spent on our school and college fees and marriage.

And after that whatever little money he saved was spent on his illness.

Good idea but who will read these days?

There are few people like you.

Here's your bill, Sir.

It says 20% discount will be given, right?

Madam, that is for new customers.

Well, I am a new customer, so write my name on the bill.

Sorry, I got a little late because of the bus.

No problem.

Ashok ji, this is Iravati ji, a big fan of your book.

Are you the author of 'Jigri'?

Yes.

What should I tell you, Sir?

It is an amazing book.

Your language...

The expressions...

Those words...

Thank you.

But your book gave me sleepless nights, Sir.

Really, why?

By thinking about what would have happened to the Bear Tamer and the Bear.

I thought I should leave that up to the reader.

By the way, what was your ending?

That everyone gets together and live happily.

Happy birthday.

He was my first customer.

It's impossible that he calls me and I don't come.

Thank you.

Okay, I'll leave now.

Goodbye.

It is good that they put up the board.

Otherwise, I was about to end my life today.

Because of this board, if not thousands but even one life is saved, it is enough.

How lifeless must one's life be that it forces someone to take their own life.

What must people think moments before suicide?

Had I the body of the Golden Fish, I'd be submerged in the depths of this lake.

You would come like the moon on water of this lake

and illuminate the darkness in my home.

You would swim and say

that in the solitude of this lake

if only there was someone

who would love you.

I would come to the shore and become friends with you

and this golden fish would have filled your the void in you

and you would find your peace.

You would think

If only there was a golden fish in this lake...

If only there was a golden fish in this lake...

I didn't expect you to bring me here.

You yourself had said that you wanted to see a cremation.

And I also had some work.

You have come after so many days, son.

Children are buried here.

They are not cremated.

Sorry.

My...

four best friends...

Six months ago...

In a very bad accident...

I promised one of their parents that

I would shed the ashes.

But I could never gather the courage to come back here.

Today, you are with me, so...

My father didn't intentionally leave me on that train.

I could never forget that.

Yes, it was a mistake.

But who doesn't make mistakes?

Yes?

Is Riya okay?

Yes.

Riya?

Is everything okay, doctor?

Right now, everything is okay and under control.

It was a false alarm.

You need to take care of her.

You stay with her, please.

I told you previously too that someone has to stay with her for 24 hours, okay?

Please, take care of her.

Are you okay?

Sorry Riya, my phone was on silent.

Have you come here to take care of me or hang out with a stranger?

What are you saying Riya?

I had gone after asking you.

You should know that labor pains can start at any time.

What is more important?

Me here or him there?

Stop talking nonsense, Riya.

Then don't act like you're crazy!

It isn't right to throw away the whole book just because we didn't like a page or two.

We often remember relationships based on the last few moments we spent together.

And if those last few memories are bitter

all the beautiful memories up until are forgotten

and we reject the entire relationship.

How are you, Ira?

Did something happen?

I am missing home a lot.

It's just a matter of a few more days, Ira.

By the way, can I tell you one thing? I never felt it when you were here.

But now when you are not here

I'm missing you in everything that I do.

If Ira were here, she would have done this, she would have done that...

She used to make coffee like this...

Her laugh, giggles, fun...

I see you everywhere, Ira.

The kids also miss you.

Talk to them.

Mom, Teja bothers me a lot.

Mom, Kirti also bothers me a lot.

Riya?

I am sorry, Tai.

I am really sorry.

I thought you had left me too.

What do you mean me too...?

Abhiram is coming in two days, right?

No.

He never left.

He is having an affair.

What are you saying, Riya?

Why didn't you tell me anything before?

-Let me call him. -No.

Don't do it.

Don't call him.

Be careful.

I will not even see his face. You will not call him.

Okay.

Don't cry, okay?

Don't cry, Riya.

Don't cry, I am with you Riya.

I haven't done anything wrong.

You know how much I loved him. I didn't do anything.

Why does this always happen with me?

Don't cry, Riya.

Don't cry, Riya.

I know why this is happening with me.

During Mom and Dad's funeral

I didn't do anything.

I didn't even come to meet them.

I kept running after my job.

You handled everything.

I didn't do anything.

You were so young Riya, what could you have done?

I was not alone.

Umesh was with me.

If he was not there, I would not have been able to do anything.

Don't take stress right now, Riya.

Be strong, Riya.

Come.

-Riya? -What is he doing here?

Take him out of here. Why did you bring him here?

Leave, please!

Just get out of here!

-Go! -Riya, listen to me.

Sit, sit.

Calm down.

He wants to say something, so listen to him.

If anything happens, I will ask him to leave.

Calm down.

Riya...

I know even after listening to whatever I say

you'll never forgive me.

But...

Now, I'll never lie to you.

I started the affair.

She never posted her husband's photo on Instagram, so I thought

there is a chance.

I lied that we had problems in our marriage.

What the hell?

Just get out of here!

What nonsense are you talking here with me?

Just get out of here, I don't want to know your truth!

Just get out of here, man, you go from here!

-Just get out! -Go, go outside.

-Just get out of here! -Riya, Riya.

-Just get lost! -Riya, okay.

-Why have you brought him here? -Calm down, calm down.

-Just go from here! -Riya, sit down.

-Calm down. -Just get lost!

Calm down, Riya, sit down.

Sit.

Be careful.

Riya, everyone makes mistakes.

But this is a big mistake.

So, you think and then decide.

Whatever you decide, I am with you.

Sister...

I don't want to lie any longer.

What I did...

I caused Riya a lot of pain.

I thought she'd trust me again if I told her the truth.

Convince Riya, not me.

What's the matter, you look sad?

My mood was a little off last night.

I read a good book and now I feel much better.

In the last two weeks

I befriended the Bear

I spent time with the tribals

I even met a Dutch poet.

Thank you.

Thanks to books.

Friendship is necessary with books and with humans too.

Mridula also says this.

But what can I do?

It takes me a while to talk to people.

You talked to me.

Talk to others in the same way.

Our IT guy is here, let's go.

Let's talk to this IT guy today.

No way.

Why?

Only you can advise me?

No, there is nothing like that.

I won't talk to him.

Let's go.

Go.

-Okay, I'll see you. -Alright, see you.

How was he?

He was nice.

Not as irritating as I thought.

He is just fond of talking.

He talks a lot.

But the man is funny.

Riya's delivery date is in three days.

I will go back as soon as the baby is born.

Can I meet Mridula ji once before leaving?

Only if it is possible.

Yes.

Sure.

Tomorrow?

Tikky is vomiting a lot since morning.

Tikky who?

Tikky is our dog.

He is very adorable.

One night, I was returning from a New Year party and collided with a dog.

Realizing what happened after waking up the next morning, I went back to that spot.

I saw that cute little Tikky was sitting near his mother's body.

After that day, Tikky became a part of our family.

Maybe Mridula went to the market.

Come.

Your house is really beautiful.

I didn't imagine that you'd be this rich.

No, all this is made by my grandfather.

After partition in 1947

grandfather came empty-handed from Sindh and settled in Hyderabad

and he made everything with his hard work.

I have no contribution to this.

All the credit goes to Mridula for maintaining this.

You sit, I'll bring water for you.

Mridula ji has left a note for me.

It says that

she took Tikky to the hospital.

Actually, she also said sorry but I should say sorry.

I sprung this on you yesterday and just showed up today.

No, there is nothing like that.

Everyone adores Tikky.

There are many missed calls from Mridula, perhaps she called to tell this.

Who are they?

They are all my soulmates.

Over the last few months, they've supported me a lot.

They've given me a lot of happiness.

Of these, I do not recognize anyone except Tagore ji.

That's Chekhov, O. Henry, Turgenev..

Abdul Rahim Khan sahib, Dinkar ji...

Nirala ji, Pant ji, Harivansh Rai Bachchan ji...

Maithili Sharan Gupt ji...

Ghalib...

Sahir Ludhianvi sahib...

Mridula ji is very beautiful.

How did you and Mridula ji meet?

-Yours was a love marriage, wasn't it? -Yes.

How did you get married?

It was an arranged marriage.

But it took three months to fall in love.

-Ninety-six days actually. -Wow, you remember the days too.

Then there must be a fun story behind it.

Actually, we went for a picnic

and I made kadhi for the first time.

By mistake, I put salt twice.

I served my husband first and he almost threw up after the first bite.

Before anyone else could eat it, he finished all the kadhi.

That day I believed that he will support me in every difficulty

and that belief turned into love.

Yes, so...

What would he do here?

Yes, he used to work from home and it was fine but now

there is nothing to do here.

How is Sonali?

She is okay.

What a surprise!

I came to the Hyderabad Branch for some office work.

I made several phone calls to tell you this.

Maybe my phone was on silent... Sorry, it was on silent.

How are the kids?

Everyone is fine.

Look at this.

Look what he brought for me.

By the way, a friend of mine saw you in a book shop.

You were with someone else so he did not disturb you.

Yes, Sonali's husband, Parthav.

Tai was getting very bored, so I told her to go and get some books

so she went with him.

He said that you were bargaining a lot over there.

She keeps us all happy even with my small salary.

Okay, I should leave now.

You just came.

It's been four-five hours.

And it's time for my train too.

Shall we go for a cup of coffee?

Yes, Tai knows a great filter coffee place.

Take him there.

Despite being averse to trains, you came here and took care of Riya.

I am proud of you

Never again will I let you face such a problem.

I am missing you a lot.

I don't remember when we last drank coffee comfortably like this.

The kids are alone, otherwise I would have stayed here and

I would have shown you the best places in Hyderabad.

Thank you.

Okay, I should leave now.

It's time for my train.

Bye.

-I will also come to see you off. -No, no.

You finish your coffee and then go.

'You have supported me in very difficult times.'

'Thanks.'

'Happy birthday.'

'Sorry for wishing you so late.'

Why did you say that?

I would have told the truth.

Tai, he is one in a million.

But finding out like this, anyone would have had doubts.

By the way, why did you hide it from him?

I will always love him.

Always.

But guilt spreads its claws in my heart.

My breath starts to shrink.

So what if I spent a few moments with another man?

Why has my throat started blistering?

Why am I feeling regret?

The lies I said, despite my innocence

are gnawing at me now.

Our friendship

has started feeling like a betrayal.

-Why do you come here everyday? -For my baby.

Look, I don't want anything except you and the baby.

Please don't stop me.

Come inside and meet the baby.

Thank you.

Yesterday, I had a strange feeling.

I started hating myself.

So, I decided that

whatever it is, I will not lie.

After going back home, I won't keep any contact with you.

I am sure you will understand my situation.

Is Riya okay?

It's a girl?

Yes.

Look at Papa.

Look at Papa.

Gifts for your kids...

Thank you.

Look, I told you that after going back

I will not keep any contact with you.

But now it seems...

Your decision was absolutely correct.

So far, our relationship has been a beautiful relationship.

Let it remain beautiful like this.

As you said, after today, we will not contact each other.

For the first time, the sun's rays kissed my forehead

and made a place inside my heart

Now, my heart is luminous.

Now, I don't need any masks.

I wanted to tell you something...

For all of this, thank you.

Thank you for everything.

I didn't know it was such a big problem.

Tai, you...

You supported me a lot but...

-I am sorry, I— -Riya, why are you saying sorry?

I never told you.

I didn't understand how to... what to tell you.

Slowly, they'll hear.

Now, I am not ashamed or afraid of it.

I haven't had a panic attack in the last two weeks, but even if I get one

I am not scared of going to the doctor.

-For you. -What is this Riya?

You know he doesn't like expensive gifts.

So, I'm not giving it to him.

I'm giving it to my sister.

'Your poems can also give solace to thousands of souls.'

'If not thousands, it can give it to at least one.'

I'll be right back.

But...

This...

Preetam ji?

Mridula ji?

[Garlanded portrait of Preetam's deceased family]

We had decided to never meet again.

It was my wedding anniversary the day we met for the first time.

I was about to end my life by jumping in front of the train.

But seeing you fall, my hands reached out to you.

The thought of committing suicide disappeared from my mind for a few moments.

At the beginning of the marriage, I wanted to be the best husband, the best father.

But I turned out to be a very average husband and father.

And when I lost everyone, I realized

how much more love could I have given them...

How much more love I could have been received from them...

You didn't know my past that's why

I created a world where...

I erased all my shortcomings.

Your panic attacks, my depression...

A connection had formed between the two of us.

Sure, my new world was fake.

But I was happy in it.

I was very happy.

By coming here today, you have destroyed this world of mine.

Now, where should I go?

Sorry.

Sorry.

-I just wanted to give you this. -I don't want anything else from you.

Just leave me alone.

Please leave.

Please promise me that...

you will not try to commit suicide again.

Happiness is different for different people.

For my father in his last days

a painless night of sleep...

For me, quashing of my fear of panic attacks...

For the Bengali girl, peace in her house...

For my husband, homemade dal and rice...

For Riya, a trustworthy partner...

And for Preetam...

a tranquil mind...

What happened?

What happened? You have a fever.

No, I fell asleep, I'll quickly make something.

You take rest.

I am the best cook.

Just wait and see.

Dal again?

Poor dal...

Nobody knows its value.

If you add spinach in it

then it becomes Spinach Dal.

If you add butter to it then it becomes Dal Makhani.

If you add mango to it then it becomes Mango Dal.

But the thing is, it is very easily available.

That is why no one knows its real value.

It is very good.

Thank you.

Puppy, puppy...

Pasta, pasta, pasta...

Okay, the pasta is here!

Tasty, right?

-How is it? -Yummy.

'What is more important?' Big Panda asked.

'The Destination'

'or the journey?'

Tiny Dragon said...

'Companionship'

Whose companionship, Mom?

Why wander without a shelter, O heart?

It's hard to find your way now, O heart.

There is no window or door.

It's hard to make a home now, O heart.

The companions who walked beside me separated somewhere along the way.

The worry-free colors which filled my life

-have vanished somewhere. -Mridula...

Who knows where they went.

It slipped out of my hands.

My heart shattered again.

How should I heal my heart?

How do I join these broken pieces of myself?

How should I convince my heart?

The moon that was made for you which had settled on the earth for you.

-The dream that was woven for you -Mridula...

is lost.

Adrift, it wanders.

You are always on the phone.

-C'mon, put the phone down. -One second.

-What happened? -The kids are playing in the rain.

Let's go too.

How many times have I told you not to disturb me unnecessarily when I'm on the phone?

So, what's the plan for today?

Where should we do the new year party?

It slipped out of my hands.

My heart shattered again.

How should I heal my heart?

How do I join these broken pieces of myself?

How should I convince my heart?

Was it some fear or was it a black serpent

which had grabbed me by the ankles

when I first met you?

My feet were sinking into the ground.

You held my hand and pulled me out.

You gave me a shoulder to lean on.

You gave me solace and I felt alive again.

The fears whose long nails had started wounding my throat...

You were the one who beheaded those snakes.

I started to breathe freely.

I did not see the past nor think of the future.

In those two weeks with you, I lived a whole new life.

It was simply you and me.

There are some relationships that neither have an age nor a name.

Those are just a few moments to be lived.

Mother's saree is looking beautiful on you.

Thank you.

Is everything okay with Abhiram now?

I have forgiven him to a certain extent but...

Let's see.

Saisha!

I have to tell you a lot of things.

I don't know where to even begin.

I sensed there is some problem.

Let me know only if I can be of any help.

Otherwise, don't tell me.

Abhiram was looking very uncomfortable.

If I find out

then he will feel even more uncomfortable.

I want to meet a friend.

Come with me.

No, I am very tired, Ira.

Please, you go.

I wanted to tell you one more thing.

Some relationships cannot be described in words.

Your heart doesn't want to let it go.

But maintaining them is impossible.

It's been a long time, maybe he's not well.

Is Preetam ji at home?

No, he sold the house and left.

Do you know where he went?

I don't know.

Sometimes two people are like ships passing in the night.

who meet once or twice by coincidence

and then never again.

Preetam Sir, you've come after so many days.

Where did you disappear?

Is everything okay?

After a long time, a Hindi book has become famous.

Many people are buying this.

Her father's poems...

I am sure somehow this book will reach you.

Sorry for breaking my promise to not meet you.

Forgive me.

Is it possible to have a relationship between a man and a woman

where they can tell each other anything without judging?

No secrets and no lies...

Just listening to each other, understanding each other, and living peacefully...

I consider your help and friendship as my good fortune.

And I am sure you will help others in the same way.

Yes it is possible only when you come out of your grief.

A little girl was crying for the lost doll.

Kafka helped in finding it

but on not finding it, the next day he read the letter of the doll to her.

'You don't cry.'

'I am going to see the world.'

'I'll write about my journey.'

Kafka went on to tell about the doll's exciting letters.

And the girl became happy.

In the end, Kafka gave her a new doll and one last letter.

'My journey has changed me.'

When the girl grew up

she found a hidden note inside.

Everything you love, you'll lose one day.

But in the end, love will come back in a different form.

Whether this story, narrated by Kafka's friend Dora

is fact or fiction, what difference does it make?

If suicide is the only way you can get rid of this painful hell

then I won't stop you.

But with you

a part of my soul will also die.

Your lady from the train...

Get up, man! Wake up, man!

Swear on your heart! It's now your time to fly!

Get up, man! Wake up, man!

Swear on your heart! It's now your time to fly!

Get up, man! (From the path) Wake up, man! (From your sleep)

Swear on your heart! (From inside) It's now your time to fly!