Fitoor Page #3

My obsession has

brought me close to you

My obsession is your mercy

My obsession changed my destiny

Your love is my obsession

O my Lord!

Like it?

And now for our show-stopper

of the evening,

the Freedom for Art series.

Feast your eyes guys.

It's all been sold.

Presenting the man of the hour,

Noor Nizami.

What is the story behind this?

ls this your idea of

present day Kashmir?

It just hurt and I poured it out.

You cannot see art and

politics separately.

Speaking of politics,

what is your take on the ground reality?

Do you also want freedom?

Isn't this much freedom enough?

I am alive. Breathing.

Standing here, amidst

all you fine people.

I will only say, that to me,

Kashmir will always be the same.

Pure.

Beautiful.

Soulful.

I may be cursed like that.

That the heart yearns for

what once was.

Those sweet fragrant days of my past.

Hovv do you like it?

Very beautiful!

You are looking smart.

Be wary of other girls.

You shou

d've let me drive, sis.

You drive like a girl, Arif.

Why drink more than you can handle?

I am getting engaged.

I told you.

Dont you ever listen?

Bilal and I were together at

college in London.

His father was a Minister

in the Pakistan government.

Now Bilal is net in line.

Don't you get scared of anything?

I do.

I am scared that you

will go away again.

But this time it won't be easy.

VVe

have to wage war.

They already lost

the '65 and '71 wars.

Even the one in '99.

Has his visa come in?

Idiot!

Greetings, mother.

My dear child.

Hovv are things?

You didn't call yesterday.

Yes, I forgot.

Besides, there's nothing much

to report everyday.

There must be something... surely.

Did you meet Noor?

Did you go for the exhibition?

Yes, mother.

He cou

dnt stay away, could he?

So, hovv did you find him?

He's sweet.

He keeps hovering around.

Keep him behind you.

Everything ahead has been decided.

As for the rest, you are smart enough.

I wouldn't have recognized you

if I saw you like this the first time.

Don't!

I have captured you,

Firdaus Jaan Naqvi.

I thought you would set me free.

You, too?

Only death can free you from yourself.

Or love.

My desires were burning slowly

Wishes buried deep in

my heart were stifling

Carried through to you in a smolder

O my Lord!

I have scratched the

threshold of madness

O my Lord!

\/Ir. Frost, hovv are you?

Good.

Your consignment is on its way.

It'll be with you Tuesday morning.

Your client's gonna love it.

The first thing a man does when he

comes to the city is to buy a home.

Such an expensive car?

And that too a secondhand one?

You sure, man?

Sure as the day I was born.

My obsession has

brought me close to you

My obsession is your mercy

Your love is my obsession

O my Lord!

Where are we going?

Back in time.

To a time unknown.

It was the best of times.

It was the worst of times.

It was the age of wisdom.

It was the age of foolishness.

It was...

I gave you the book to read,

not to memorise.

- Noor!

Yes, Leena. - Since when

I've been trying to reach you.

You are going to exhibit at Hayvvorth!

Yes?

Pack your bags, my friend.

We're off to London.

Congratulations, Noor!

Thank you.

This is a big one.

Bye.

It was Leena.

There is a mail from the

London organisers.

My work has been

selected for Hayworth.

Come here.

Congratulations!

I am really happy for you.

What the hell are you doing?

You arrived just yesterday.

From Kashmir to Delhi.

Delhi to London.

This guy is amazing.

You are everywhere, bro.

Cheers to Noor!

Congratulations, Noor. All the best!

Firdaus, the first time I saw you,

my head just ep

oded.

Let me speak.

This is my time, this is my place.

Do you know, Firdaus

I remember each and

everything about you.

Your scarf. Your books.

That long snake-like car.

The red of the Chinar tree.

All those moments that

ve lived

every waking day.

V\/hod have thought that

vved meet like this years later?

That we would be sitting here?

Your mother kept telling me...

Shh...

I love this song.

No, I have to go.

I love you!

I don't believe you.

You still have it?

You are crazy!

What's so crazy about it?

It's my prized possession.

Like hovv you have yourjevvels.

We were young then, Noor.

Yes.

Does it matter to you

if I'm alive or dead, Firdaus?

Just tell me, what's the matter?

I'm dying out here! Nothing else.

The veins in my throat are bursting

from this terrible cough.

I'll come in a day or two.

Why dont you come

directly to my funeral?

Are you a si year old?

I'll be there soon.

Who was it?

Work call.

I have to go.

Now?

ls everything okay?

Bye.

When will we meet next?

I'll call you.

She's a lucky girl, Noor.

She's totally going to love it.

I'm heading out, Noor.

There's a letter for you.

I'm keeping it here.

Yes. Bye!

Bye!

Noor, I'm leaving.

Actually, I've had to leave.

Don't know when we will meet again.

Or then, why did we

have to meet at all?

All I know is that,

always

cherish this time I spent with you.

And yes, mother was asking about you.

I lied to her that you have grown up.

Will we ever grow up, Noor?

Some things we cannot change

no matter hovv hard we try.

And if they do,

we can't remain happy.

I will pray for you, Noor.

You're better than the best.

Give it your all.

Dazzle them with your shine.

Your time is here.

Goodbye, Noor!

We will meet again... if life permits.

Hello.

Noor. .. my dear!

Imagine, I had to hear from Jagirdar

that you have come to Srinagar.

When are you coming home?

In a bit, I just have something

to take care of.

Alright.

I'll see you in the evening.

I want to hear all about the city.

Come quickly.

Yes, Jun-jiju. I'll be there.

Who's there?

Who is it?

Noor!

Greetings.

I thought as much.

Got homesick so soon in the city?

I was on my way home.

Thought I'd drop in to see you.

Oh, so His Highness has come

to see the Begum.

Did you meet Firdaus?

What did you think of her?

Isn't she precious?

Noor's little princess.

You've come to meet her,

haven't you?

Call out to her.

Call her.

Call her.

Firdaus!

Firdaus!

Careful, Noor.

Bilal is coming.

ts her own choice.

What could

ve done?

Hi, Noor. Hovv are you?

When did you get here?

I'll catch up with you in a while.

Come on mother.

It's peak afternoon.

The doctor has asked you to rest.

You came away just like that, Firdaus!

I had to. That's hovv it is.

Life goes on...

doesn't stop for anyone.

But thafs not done.

One moment you blow hot,

the other, cold.

What's your problem, Noor?

Why have you come after me?

What have you come to see?

Did I tell you to follow me

for the rest of your life?

You are just too much!

Mother, you need to stop smoking

that damn hookah.

Hovv will the medicines work?

These merciless medicines

don't let me die easily.

Maybe opium will help.

Noor, what will you do now?

Are you going home?

If you are, do me a favor.

I owe Junaid some money

from last winter.

Some two thousand three hundred.

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