Sarbjit Page #2
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''O Lord...bring him back again.''
''O Lord.'' -''O Lord...bring
him back again.''
''O Lord...bring him back again.''
''O Lord...bring him back again.''
Pakistan!
Letter! Letter! Letter! Letter!
Give me the letter.
The postman came in the afternoon.
With a letterfor
someone from Pakistan.
Without Name, l didn't touch it.
Since then she's been
ranting letter! Letter!...
Where are you going?
The Post Office must
have closed by now!
Uncle!
Uncle!
- What's the problem, dear?
Uncle...l'll be really
grateful to you
Someone sent a bearer
letterfor us from Pakistan.
Please give it to me
Hold on.
Yes...here it is.
Sarbjit...
''28th August, 1990.''
''ln the past eight months...''
''...l've lived that
Particular day 8000 times.''
Oh!!! You...
Why don't you take my picture when
l am in a nice pose.
When l'm decked up.
Sukh, my sweetheart...
You just have to put some
Lipstick on to look beautiful...
Sukh...Baby Nikki wet the bed again..
- Coming.
Come fast, my child.
- Move.
My child...
My sweet darling.
Aunt.
- Grandpa, wear your specs.
Come on...stop fooling around.
Look after your daughter Swapan,
l've to get to the office.
Take the camera.
Nikki.
- Take this.
Useless...don't you
have to go the fields.
My wrestling tournament's next week...
Yeah...all you're going
to do is fool around.
Hey...l am not fooling around.
You wait and watch
raise me up on their shoulders and...
Everyone will salute me.
And not just my wife...
...but people will also address
you by my name.
Look there comes Sarbjit's sister...
Look there comes Sarbjit's sister ...
Let it be.
Come on, drop me to the office,
l am getting late.
Come on.
- One photo...
Office.
Office.
Take Swapan along too, for a ride.
Come on, dear...
we're going to play office-office.
Come on...go with daddy.
Return soon after dropping me.
Sukh ...make bitter
gourd for lunch today.
Defeat him.
Come here.
Hey you Sarbjit!
You don't remember anything
else when it comes to wrestling.
Come home today...
l won't spare you.
Wait!
You're in big trouble.
Shame on you.
The apple of your eye...
...is sitting outside
without anything to eat.
Sukh's an outsider...
...but Dalbir you are my sister.
Come on ladies... Open the door.
Sarbjit Singh Attwal's
not going to climb the wall...
No one will dare open the door.
Do we look like fools to you...
l'll count till 10...
Afterthat l won't
come even if you beg me to.
Sukh...Hope you are listening?
You'll have to raise
both the kids alone.
Yes...don't worry.
l won't give you a reason to complain.
Exactly.
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