Arzoo Page #4

l won't write more. if you want to

see her, come over at once.

You said, girls fall for our position

and our wealth. Remember?

But l have proved it wrong.

All she knows is that l'm Sarju...

from village Okhla, nothing else.

l have decided not to tell her

anything myself.

You will tell her someday.

Let her know the truth then.

Hats off to you!

You've hit a goldmine.

Yes Father?

- What's the matter?

Gopal writes he wants me in Kashmir.

- Good. You can leave after...

you've filed the returns.

There's some work for you in Kashmir.

Work even in Kashmir?

- Yes.

But...

- You're seeing a girl.

What...?

- My friend...

Diwan Kishan Kishore's daughter.

Talks are on for an alliance.

Go and see her.

lf you like her, tell me.

Her photograph. Take a look.

O'queen of Blossoms...

Spring is your realm

Your deadly smile...

takes my heart away

And l'm lost...

in your eyes

Lips, like rose petals

The set of lips suggest a song

To those tender lips...

when love rises...

for me, it's fatal

O'queen of Blossoms...

Spring is your realm

And deadly is your smile

Sometimes willing...

sometimes hesitant

Sometimes ecstatic

Lovely eyelids...

when they close and open...

oh, the style is deadly

O'queen of Blossoms...

Spring is your realm

And that smile, fatal

The air is chilly,

and the clouds have come alive...

all thanks to your tresses

Every plait...

a thousand wine

Your stupor is deadly

O'queen of Blossoms...

Spring is your realm

And that deadly smile...

takes my heart away

And l'm lost...

in those killer eyes

Hey cat, are you through with

Gopal's letter? My friend...

has shot an arrow on target.

- How could he chose a girl...

without showing her to us?

- lf you have complaints, ask him.

l'm happy that he has chosen a girl.

She will be my daughter-in-law.

No way. Only after l approve of

the girl will he be able to marry her

My foot, you will! l'll

see her first, and approve of her...

and then you get to see her.

- Just because brother wrote to him...

he's walking on air.

- And why not? He's my friend.

He's my brother!

- Forget it. l've known him...

since even before you were born.

Why're you quarrelling with him?

Gopal must not have got...

an opportunity to write to you.

- How could he write to Ramesh?

Write to him Ma, and ask him to

send the girl's photograph at once.

Don't worry. As soon as l land in

Kashmir, l'll send you a photograph...

of the couple. Get it? But don't

write to him that l'm going over.

Why?

- He's smart. He won't let me meet her

l'll give him a surprise.

And she'll be left gaping and scared.

Won't it be fun when she asks

who l am?

My friend will embrace me

and reply that l'm his darling.

Then they'll keep fighting over

who's the real darling.

No! Don't you dare harass

my sister-in-law!

Look mother, she's already

shielding her sister-in-law.

lt seems after we get married

the cat will reign over our wives.

Absolutely! Watch how l exercise

control over them. The two of you...

will beg of me to get a glimpse

of your wives.

l'll tell you, it costs a price

to have a glimpse.

You'll always be a businesswoman.

lf you harass us we'll find you...

a squint or a cripple. Obviously,

you'll pay for a glimpse of him.

Mother, save me from the cat!

- What're you upto?

Easy!

- Stop hitting my son, Sarla.

High fever, Mr Diwan. But not

to worry, it's just a cold.

Well, everyday she roams about the

Dal Lake with her friend from Delhi.

Anyway, l'll send the medicines over.

lt'd be better if she stays in bed.

Very well. Come.

Hello?

- Mamdu, it's me, Usha.

Put me to him, quick.

Sir! Call for you from your love.

What's this? The doctor advised you

not to stay out of bed, didn't he?

Salma must be expecting me.

l thought l'd call her up.

Let me inform her.

- No, l'll tell her...

Go and take rest. Go on.

Who is it?

- l'm Mamdu from the houseboat Heaven

ls Ms Salma there?

- Yes, she is in.

No, she's in the bath.

- Fine. l'm calling from Usha's house

lnform Salma that she can't

come today, she's running a fever.

What is it, sir?

Anything wrong?

Yes Mamdu, she's running a fever.

She can't see me today.

Love-fever plus real fever.

Double fever!

But the thing is l can't stay

without seeing her.

Stop nodding and show me a way.

- l'm thinking, sir.

l'm Mamdu, the expert lover.

- So?

Thinking.

Salma! Salma!

- What Salma?

Salma is here.

You're going to be Salma.

Welcome.

Come on in.

Sitaram, who is she?

- The lady's friend.

Her name is... what's your name?

- Salma.

l see, Salma. The one from Delhi?

Come on in.

Look Usha, your friend, Salma,

is here.

Who...?

- Your friend from Delhi. Salma.

Salma...?

Yes, it's me.

You...? Daddy, it's Salma,

my dearest friend.

But you shouldn't have come here.

- No, good you came, dear.

She was worried about you.

- ln fact we were worried about her.

He kept pestering me, kept asking me

to bring him here to see Usha.

He...? Who?

- Daddy, he...

My Father.

- Her father. He's so nice.

He loves me a lot.

- My Father is waiting downstairs.

Downstairs...?

Your father is waiting downstairs?

Why didn't you tell me before?

He wants to give her treatment.

- Treatment...?

Yes. He's a famous Hakeem

in Delhi. Right, Usha?

Yes, Daddy, he's very famous.

But l don't want treatment, Salma.

The doctor is giving me medicines.

Why don't you take him home?

Daddy, he is unwell.

Why don't you take him out

for a walk or so?

Her father is here, and you

want him to go away?

Let's bring him upstairs.

Come.

When l heard she's sick,

l was worried, Mr Diwan.

l asked Salma to bring me here

immediately.

Let me see her. l'll pray for her and

l'll prescribe some medicines for her

Very kind of you. Salma just told me

that you are a famous Hakeem.

No big deal, but thank you

for the compliment.

l just happen to remember

a few remedies taught by my ancestors.

Where are you from, sir?

- What a question, Mr Diwan!

My Father lived and

died in Lucknow.

l migrated to Delhi,

and that's where l belong now.

And now the feeling is...

like the lover who can't imagine

staying far away from his beloved...

l can't betray the streets of Delhi.

You're also a great poet, sir.

- Thank you.

ln fact, medicine and poetry

go hand in hand.

Persian Hakeems were

also great poets.

Really?

- Yes. Like Hakeem Andh Khomeini...

like Hakeem Umar Khayyam...

Well Ms Usha, are you cross with me?

No greetings? What's on your mind?

Do you intend to send me away

from your room insulted?

Greet him dear.

Greetings!

- Bless you, live long.

l'm very angry with you!

- Why?

Why did you have to come here?

- Hear that, Mr Diwan?

You mustn't speak like that to elders.

- He shouldn't have come here, Daddy.

lt's risky.

- Risky...?

Why?

- Daddy, he has a heart ailment.

She's right. At heart l'm sick.

He has come to Kashmir for rest. And

look at him roaming around in the cold

lt worries us. Right Salma?

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