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Kailash babu...

Forgive me... I forgot

where I was.

May I leave now?

- When do I get to see you again?

Come home someday.

Fantastic, my boy! I thought

you were dumb!

But in the very first meeting, you

have one foot in her house already!

It's all thanks to you, Jeevan.

- Oh, come off it!

I could lay down my life for you.

I'm a true friend.

You're a true friend.

- When are you going to her house?

"Dear Asha..."

"This word has become my life"

"I love anything that

includes this word"

"And I have no use for something

that does not have this word"

"Asha (hope)... is what my life

is tied with"

To Mr. Mehta's house.

The master is not in.

Is Asha there?

- Yes. Please come and sit down.

I'll send word to her.

Who is it?

- That gentleman from the power house.

Kailashbabu! It's you!

Please sit down.

You asked me to come over.

- Why not? Please sit down.

What will you have? Tea? Coffee?

I'll have a cup too,

if you have some.

As you wish.

- Hariram...

Get us two cups of tea. Quick.

Dad's away at a meeting.

He might be late in returning.

Is it okay for me to be here,

while he's away?

How can you say such things?

You're no outsider for daddy.

Say something.

- What?

Anything. Say something.

I'm not good at conversations.

Really? And you said so much

the other day!

I don't know why I find myself

tongue-tied in your presence, Asha.

Check out my heart; it's racing

at double its speed right now.

Really? And why's that?

Know something, Asha?

I write so many letters to you.

Really? But I have never

received any.

Actually, that which I wish to

say to you and cannot...

I put on paper. But I never had the

courage to mail the letters to you.

Lest you are offended.

Look... there are so many letters.

So many letters?

I was about to burn them today.

But then I thought...

I must leave now.

- Have some tea before you leave!

You might break the cup on my face

once you've read the letters.

And listen; come and beat me up

if you wish to...

"Dear Miss Mehta..."

"Dear Asha..."

"Dear Asha..."

"Asha..."

"Every moment of my life...

you are close to my heart"

"Every moment I spend...

you are close to my heart"

"Life is a sweet yearning...

you tell me"

"Every moment of my life...

you are close to my heart"

"Every evening, my eyes

dream of your lovely tresses"

"Every night, I dream of

a bridal procession"

"I breathe... only to

inhale your scents"

"A fragrant understanding

it carries to me"

"Even my heart-beat

sings for you"

"Every moment I live...

you are close to my heart"

"I imagined seeing you in

my courtyard yesterday"

"And you seemed to say...

tie me in holy wedlock"

"What ties are these?"

"What dreams are these?"

"They seem to be so distant...

and yet, they seem to be my own"

"I keep thinking about it..."

"and I'm so apprehensive

when I say..."

"every moment I live...

you are close to my heart"

"You must wonder why

I love you so much"

"You must think I'm crazy...

and I agree with you"

"Only those crazy will understand

what craziness is all about"

"Only a moth would know the

pleasure there is in burning"

"But do keep tormenting me...

in my dreams"

"Every moment I live...

you are close to my heart"

"Life is all about yearning...

is what you tell me"

"Every moment I live...

you are close to my heart"

Asha! This is wonderful!

What they say about telepathy is true!

I was missing you, and here you...

What's up, darling?

You don't seem to have slept all night.

I see! You must've been missing me

and spent the night in doing that.

Love had to happen, my love.

And it has!

So why think about it?

Sit down.

Jeevan, do you really love me?

What a childish question!

You ought to have put that

question to yourself.

I did. Many times.

And each time my heart told me...

to ask you.

So listen! I love you so much...

that I could bring the stars from

the skies, right to your feet...

That's nonsense.

Give me a serious answer.

What do you think of love?

What does love mean to you?

Love? A thorn that

pierces the heart...

that's what love is all about.

That isn't your answer.

That's something a poet has said.

My beloved seems to have changed...

and I see destruction ahead.

I somehow feel that if poetry,

penned by others, that is...

were taken away from you, you have

nothing to show for love.

Nothing? Really?

So let me show you!

What impertinence is this?

- It's love without poetry, darling!

What's gotten into you?

- Nothing absolutely...

This is what love does to a man.

- Stop it, Jeevan!

If you get any closer,

I won't come here ever again.

Sit down there... Go on.

All right. But tell me why you're

asking me such questions today.

Someone in love has written

a book on the subject.

I'll give you that book some day.

Read it, and you'll know

what love really is.

What is it? Take it away.

There's an enquiry from

the Czech republic, sir.

They want to know if we can set up

a solar power station there...

that can provide electricity

to the whole city.

In case we agree, they ask us

to send them an estimate.

The rate at which the orders

are pouring in...

we'll soon have to train

a hundred top engineers.

Consult Mr. Khurana and issue

an ad. In the newspapers.

Ms. Mehta's here to see you, sir.

Who's that? Tell her that I'm busy.

It's not Asha Mehta, is it?

- It is.

You? Welcome!

You may go, Mr. Das...

Why are you standing there?

Please come in.

I can't believe it's Asha in person!

- I'm not. You're mistaken!

My heart is hammering away, Asha.

Do come and sit down.

- On the table?

No... here on the chair.

Here... sit here

in the boss's chair.

What are your orders?

I have a desire today.

- What is it?

I want to see your new power-house.

Certainly! You can see it.

But what will you have?

Tea? Coffee? A cold drink?

- Nothing...

Should you have some coffee,

I'll have some, too.

I haven't looked up.

That doesn't mean I haven't seen you.

I didn't want to disturb you, uncle.

- You didn't want to...

that doesn't mean

you haven't.

Who's the girl?

- Mehta... Miss Asha Mehta.

Greetings.

- Bless you.

Is she a scientist?

- No. She's no scientist.

So what's she doing here?

- She's here... to see your miracles.

Have you shown your own miracles?

- What miracles will I show?

That's his miracle;

the question itself!

Naive boy! You've brought a girl here.

Won't you show the miracle now?

Teach him something, dear.

- I?

Don't you know anything either?

- No...

Great! You both know nothing.

So teach each other.

You'll learn by and by!

There's nothing of the sort, uncle!

Nothing of the sort?

- No.

That's very sad. A perfect couple.

And nothing of the sort?

So never mind! Go and work up

something together. Go on!

"I imagined seeing you in

my courtyard yesterday"

"And you seemed to say...

tie me in holy wedlock"

"What ties are these?"

"What dreams are these?"

"They seem to be so distant...

and yet, they seem to be my own"

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