All Is Well Page #8

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What do I say?

Come on, push.

His grandpa wanted.

Come on, push.

His grandpa fixed her

marriage with some army man.

Her family must have thought,

he's in the army..

...and has regular income.

He'll keep Pammi happy.

But Pammi's happiness

was with this Bhalla.

I eloped with her on

the day of her engagement.

...from the army cantonment

and amidst hundreds of army men.

Really? - Yes.

And then? - Then they got married.

Boring.

He's a hopeless case.

Don't you want to know

what happened after the marriage?

After they got married,

the love between them was over.

And when the love was over,

so was their marriage.

Really sorry, papa.

But we're at the station.

That's fine, dear.

But what do I do about Mohit,

he's getting crazy.

No matter how hard I try to

explain, he just doesn't understand.

Sir..very,

very, very, very sorry.

It so happened that

our car broke down.

And we're taking the

morning train. - I see.

Don't worry at all.

Nimmi is like my daughter. - Yes.

I had a word with the guard.

You can pick Nimmi from

the station at 10:30. - Fine.

I'll be at the station, thank you.

Goodbye.

Nimmi..talk to me once.

Well..she can at

least talk to me, can't she?

Please tell her, papa.

- I'll explain her.

Look..l'm already sprouting

a moustache, see.

I'm trying.

Nimmi.

Nimmi, I have a plan.

We'll have our honeymoon

in a helicopter.

And there will be no

third person to disturb us.

Just the two of us.

But, brother-in-law,

who will fly the helicopter?

Anyone..what do you care?

Listen, Mohit.

I want you to go for now,

and I'll see you at 12:00.

Until then you'll get big

moustaches like Anil Kapoor.

Come on..

stop playing games with me Nimmi.

How can I get moustaches

like Anil Kapoor so soon?

Inder.

We'll be reaching

the station soon.

My parents will take me back home.

It will all be over.

You won't stop me, will you?

Let's imagine that I do stop you.

Then?

Then..we may get married.

And maybe 20-25 years later..we'll

be travelling to somewhere like them.

I would be sleeping in your arms.

...and you will be giving

a cute smile like him.

Just imagine, lnder.

Yeah..just imagine, Nimmi.

We'll be neck-deep in debts.

You'll be sick, and I'll divorce

and throw you out of the house.

Just image.

Why are you always so negative?

Look, Nimmi..you witnessed

some of their good moments.

You think this is all very nice.

I've seen the ugly

side of their relationship.

But that's how relationships are.

Sometimes they fight,

something they shower love.

I am sure even your parents

had some sweet moments between them.

"But you never noticed them.

Their fights and quarrels

is the only thing in your head.

You're under a delusion, lnder..

...and you only see

the negativity of every relation.

Look, Nimmi.

Maybe..l am delusional.

But you see a positive sign,

hope..goodness in everylhing.

That's a kind

of illusion as well.

That's it then, lnder.

I won't come back ever.

It's over.

Greetings. - Hello. Hello.

See, we're here on time.

Thank you.

Nimmi, thank God you're here.

I'm having a tough time

making excuses to Mohit.

Come on.

Good girl.

I could never forget

the moments we spent together.

Though separated..we

couldn't be separated.

You still dwell

somewhere in my hean.

Though separated..we

couldn't be separated.

You still dwell

somewhere in my hean.

Though separated..we

couldn't be separated.

You don't know..the

love that's in my hean.

I don't know

how to pacify my hean.

I could never forget

the moments we spent together.

Though separated..we

couldn't be separated.

You still dwell

somewhere in my hean.

Though separated..we

couldn't be separated.

You're an

embodiment of my desires.

Wherever I

am..you're always close.

"God knows.."

"God knows.."

"l can never stay away."

Though separated..we

couldn't be separated.

I could never forget

the moments we spent together.

Though separated..we

couldn't be separated.

You're an

embodiment of my desires.

Wherever I

am..you're always close.

"God knows.."

"God knows.."

I could never

erase your memories.

Though separated..we

couldn't be separated.

You still dwell

somewhere in my hean.

Though separated..we

couldn't be separated.

Why didn't you stop her?

Why do you always associate

your life with mine?

I was helpless.

You think I did it intentionally.

I don't want to hear your story,

seriously.

This is not a story, lnder.

It's true.

Now listen.

'Will you bring the curry

or will I have to eat dry bread?'

'Your son didn't leave

because I shunned him.'

'Don't curse me all the time.'

No matter how many times I said,

but she never listened.

She had become irritable.

Gradually she staned

forgetting things.

She became careless.

And we staned fighting.

'You're always looking

at lnder's books.'

'Why don't you understand

that he's grown up now?'

'And he left us to..'

What.'

'She's gone crazy.'

After that..l yelled at her.

'I told you to turn

off the furnace, did you do it?'

'What furnace?'

'The bakery's furnace, what else?'

'What happened?'

'My bakery's on fire.

Do something.'

'It's my only means of living.'

The bakery burned down.

And I blamed your

mother entirely for it.

'Get in, be comfortable.'

'Rascal, he'll pay.'

Get lost.

Your cunning aunty took her home.

And a month later she

sent me divorce papers.

I just couldn't understand.

Divorce..at this age.

No one had even heard

about it in Kasol.

I was surprised to see your mother's

signatures on the divorce papers.

'I won't sign.'

'This is the last time

I'm sending you divorce papers.'

'If you don't sign this time..l'll

charge you with domestic violence.'

'And listen..you'll be

jailed without any bail.'

Later I found

out that your aunty..

"Wanted to swindle

the compensation money.

And even after everylhing, when

they found out about Pammi's ailment.

...do you know what they did?

'Uncle..come

out..where are you?'

Those rascals left your sick mother

outside my house in the heavy deluge.

'Come on..'

'You'll be fine..l'm right here.'

When Pammi came home I realized..

...that her twitchiness, forgetfulness,

it was all pan of her ailment.

At first I couldn't understand.

...how I'll arrange

money for her treatment.

I had no other option

other than borrowing money.

The bakery wasn't doing any good.

I borrowed from every man,

every shop, every home in the village.

But I would still

run shon of money.

Every month I had

to pay a big amount.

And I couldn't stop thinking

about what I should do.

That's when I borrowed

money from Chima on interest.

'And listen..if you

fail to return the money..'

'..then bring the papers

to your house and bakery.'

You can call this

a story if you like.

Or curse me for

the rest of your life.

Whatever.

Mr. Bhalla,

in whose name is the locker?

My wife..Parminder

Singh Bhajanlal Bhalla.

Here, sign here.

Come on, Pammi..it's a formality.

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