Bombay Talkies Page #7

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will outshine today.

So here... taste this murabba!

Harnessed from the maker's love...

Here... taste this murabba!

It's enriched by

the maker's generosity...

...so let this murabba

trickle into your heart!

Mother...!

Wjay...!

Why have you lost so

much weight, son?

Weren't you eating?

- Where's father?

May you live long!

So Amitabh Bachchan met you?

- Yes... very nicely.

He ate it in front of

my ovm eyes.

And where did the jar break?

It... didn't.

It's the same one.

Where did it breakm?

Before you boarded the train,

or on it, or after you got off?

On the train.

And the murabba?

- It got squished under someone's shoe.

When your grandfather sent

me with the honey...

...ants had invaded

the 'whole bottle.

Sir Dilip refused to lick it!

He said...

"I would've...

but not this infested jar...!"

So I decided to dip my

ovm finger and licked it!

God knows if father lived due to the

proteins in the ants or the honey!

But I'll tell you this, my son...

don't ever put murabba

in a bottle of pickle!

Did you really meet

Amitabh bachchan?

Yeah.

Father asked me to,

so I did.

So what did he say?

Who?

Oh my God,

Amitabh Bachchan??

He just blessed me...

and I left!

And father?

"Don't ever put murabba

in a bottle of pickle!"

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