Bareilly Ki Barfi Page #3

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- He is no more?

Well, he is no more in this city.

- I see...

Well lhen, phone number, email,

addressmanylhing is alright.

You won't gel anything.

- Why not?

You see, ma'am, our company

follows a strict privacy policy.

Fans pester them a lol.

Sometimes they cut their nerve

or jump off the roof.

One of them even

swallowed rat poison.

These fans die, And then decent

people like us get stuck in between.

By the way,

what is this so important matter?

It's personal.

Anyway, thank you.

Listen...

Since...your reason is so important,

I can make an effort...

...hul, only if you lell

me what was is so urgent.

I...

- Brother card.

Your ice cream has melled completely.

Yes.

You mean to say you

are Bareilly Ki Barfi.

Dillo.

How is that possible?

Exactly that's what

I want to find out.

Can you...

I can.

English film.

- I do...

Do you understand?

Of course, if you watch

you will understand loo.

This is why I want to meet Mr.

Vidrohi.

How does he know me so well?

How would I know?

- Yes, how will you know?

Exact I y.

I can't give you his

phone number and address.

And he's not on Facehook,

email, elcelera.

You know what...

...wrile a letter to him.

I'll deliver il to him.

And what if he replies.

I'll deliver il to you.

That's right.

Add il on my lab.

Okay brother.

Billi is Bareilly Ki Barfi.

That's whal she claims.

Oh God! Hats off to You...

What did you do?

One mango with two seeds.

One Bitti and the other Bahli.

Does she know you're lhe author?

Are you going to lell her?

First let me find out whether

she's telling the truth.

What if it's true?

I'll give il a lry.

And, what if she's lying?

Well then, I am already in exile.

- True.

See...

If he was on Facehook

we could've have messaged him.

How about this one?

This one.

No...

I look loo healthy in this one.

Why are you sending

your photo along

Just send the letter.

Well... Romeo should know

how his Juliet looks like.

How about this?

My stomach's also visible in this one.

Nice!!

Brother, even her slomach's

visible in this one.

She's advanced like

sisler-in-law Bahli.

What has she written in the letter?

"Dear Prilam..."

"Everyone only sees

the fault side of me."

"But, in the same faults

you saw my positives."

"l am really happy to know this."

"Even more happier that now

somewhere in this world there's...

...someone who understands me

and likes me for the way I am."

"If you ever come to Bareilly..."

"...lhen do meet me."

"The sweels from our

shop are also as sweet."

"Your Bahli... Billi."

Bro...she's become emotional!

You've become emotional loo!

'Chirag's pen was no

longer filled with tears...

'...hul joy instead.

Bahli was history...

'...and a new story awaited him.

Brother Chirag.

Tillu...make one for

brother Chirag as well.

Why did you ask me to slop?

lam in a hurry!

But what's the hurry?

- Need to give her the letter.

Ohh...

She wrote to you yesterday and

you're sending her a reply today.

So? - Even the internet

in Bareilly isn't this fast.

You must wail for few days

before sending her a reply.

Or else you will gel caught!

I see.

Did he reply?

He will.

Did he reply?

He will.

Yes...

- Hello, uncle.

Hello. Hello.

How can I help you?

Uncle, I own a press.

Congratulations.

I have a confeclionary shop.

By lhe way, how much do you

charge for pressing a single shirt.

No, uncle, I own a press... 'press'.

What can I do, son?

Papa, he's Mr. Chirag.

From Good Luck Printing Press.

Hello.

- I see... I see...

Hello. You did lell me about him.

- Sit down.

Yes.

So what brings you here?

Well, our shop will

soon he completing 50 years.

So, is he buying our shop?

No... if we prinl some

golden jubilee pamphlets...

...we will gel some publicity.

Hello. - Hello.

And uncle, I'll prinl

1000 pamphlets for only 500.

In golden ink... no extra charge.

Very good.

- What's your name, son?

Chirag Duhey.

Are you married?

No, aunly. I am still single.

- How about some juice?

Lel il he, no need...

I can't let you leave just like that.

Forg el h er.

Print 1200 for 400 rupees.

We're like family...

il will he done.

I'll 'WhalsApp' you

when the job's done.

Just keep your 3g on.

Sushila, give him my phone number.

I don't remember it.

How can I know your number?

I don't call you myself,

how can I remember.

Wrile down mine.

- Yes.

Why? He will give you a missed call

- Papa, I'll give him my number.

Take down my number.

Why don't you feed il yourself.

Okay

- Son, juice.

Thank you.

Oh, benevolent Lord.

Great.

See you, uncle.

"Slay with me...

like the hum on my lips..."

"...and I'll slay with

you like your dreams."

"Dwell in my soul...like love..."

run in the direction...

the trumpets hlare."

"Hold my hands...

sweetheart, I promise."

"Now you're my desire, my intent."

"Say my name, beloved...

I am your world."

"The rains follow

you wherever you go."

"The rains follow..."

"Stay in my breath...

like the sweet fragrance."

"And...l'll pray for your grace."

"Dwell in my soul...like love..."

- Sometime talk to us also.

run in the direction...

the trumpets hlare."

"Your love-letter...is still

stored in my heart, sweetheart."

"You r love-I eller sweelh earl."

wonder what lies in my fate."

She's exactly like

sisler-in-law Bahli.

95%

- wonder what lies in my fate."

"Stay with me..."

- Except for the mole on her hack.

"...like the hum on my lips..."

I like you.

What did I do?

Actually, I've always come across

stubborn and chauvinistic type of boys.

God knows what they

think of themselves...

...and lreal other women like dirt.

And me?

You...

You're like a...Lihran.

Lihran.

What a lucky guess.

- You are.

I am a Lihran.

See.

- A pure Libra.

Lihrans always maintain a balance.

Like my father.

Always maintaining a

balance between me and my mother.

Then your birthday must he nearing!

It's closing in 23 minutes...

Today is your birthday!

Gel up.

Where?

- Gel up...l said gel up.

Let's go, I'll lell you on the way.

- Why?

Come on...

- That's expensive stuff.

Here...here...

Lovel Sweets...

- Lovely sweets.

The 'y' fell off in the last monsoon.

Come on, we don't have much lime.

How will you open the lock?

You don't have the key.

This is only to keep lhe thieves away.

Are you crazy?

- Yeah...don'l you know.

What are you doing?

Happy Birthday Mr. Chirag.

How is it?

spicy.

"Slay with me...like the hum on my lips..."

- Now?

"...and I'll slay with

you like your dreams."

"Dwell in my soul...like love..."

- Bye.

run in the

direction...the trumpets hlare."

Son...

He looks okaymgol a long nose.

No moles on his face either.

Bul even moles can he cut

off with horse's hair.

He owns a printing press,

so must he earning well loo.

Also, he has a motorcycle.

Let's assume that even if his

press shuts down, then...

We still have the confectionery shop.

The least he can do

is shoo away lhe flies.

Isn't it?

I know what Vidrohi

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