Listen Amaya Page #6

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Please Ma, I'm really

in no mood to have a fight.

So, now I can't even

ask you to eat on time?

Amaya, listen to me!

You constantly claim

that you're grown up and mature.

But grown up's don't behave like this!

And when have I

treated you like a child?

You've always done

what you've wanted to do,

but that doesn't mean,

that I'll stop looking after you.

Whenever you falter or fall,

I will always be

there to help you back up.

And that's never going to change.

And I..

I think I deserve a

little more respect from you.

Is it just the sex?

Isn't that what you asked me?

Maybe we truly don't know each other.

A part of me

which died along with Bala,

will probably never come back..

But it's only after I met you,

I realized that life is not

lived for the sake of memories,

memories are only a

small part of our lives.

How long have we known each other?

Three? Three and a half years?

It's really strange,

how seamlessly and

naturally you fit into my life..

It didn't feel like

anything had ever changed.

I don't even remember,

when I began trusting

you, more than l trusted myself.

When you began to understand me,

without me saying a single word.

Which was that moment,

where without so

much as holding my hand,

you completely enveloped me.

And irrespective of when this happened,

I always felt that if I could

live out the rest of my life like this,

so where was the harm?

To be honest with you,

it never crossed my mind,

that I needed to define,

or justify this relationship to anyone.

Any happiness that I seek for myself,

in which my daughter is unhappy..

Is unacceptable to me.

I wish we could have

spent our lives together.

I've expressed it many times,

but never openly said it before.

I love you Leela,

and I love Amaya too.

I know..

Thanks to this book,

I've seen parts of this city

that I myself didn't know existed!

Hi Mr. Khanna,

I'm so sorry I'm late.

Hi Amaya!

What a pleasure to see you..

I was just giving

Mr. Sinha the good news,

that the first prints of your book,

should arrive later this week.

So lets further

this budding relationship.

Why don't the both of you,

start work on the sequel to this book?

Mr. Khanna, this was one of my

last surviving ambitions

in life, which is in the process

of coming true through Amaya.

So after this,

I'm going to

actually retire into the hills.

Spend some time alone,

away from everyone and all attachments.

And in any case,

not all relationships get

to their desired destinations.

Many remain

unfulfilled and incomplete too"

Well, you're right.

However, my offer is on the table.

All the best to both of you,

you two make a really good team.

How are you Bahadur?

All well?

Oh God!

I almost forgot.

Here, I forgot to give you

something that belongs to you!

What do you think?

Isn't it nice!

You're looking like a

complete film star here!

So, will you send

these back to your village?

Take care of yourself..

What happened to your hand?

Why didn't you tell me?

So what can I get you, tell me?

Two Costa Ricans

okay"

Anything else?

Okay.

Can I help with anything?

Why are you asking?

There are so many mugs lying there..

Go clear them.

To my little girl,

who wrote The Busy Bazaar.

The night you were born,

it was pouring rain.

Dad and I waited 15 hours

to see you for the first time.

We'd already

decided that if it was a girl,

we would name her Amaya..

Night rain.

You brought us so much joy,

and still do..

I never meant to hurt you Amaya

and I love you always.

Ma.

It's open.

Hello Amaya!

Aunty!

Come..let me look at you!

You look gorgeous!

I missed you.

So did I!

Why didn't you come to meet me?

I really wanted to see you..

I know.

Okay, so tell me ..how are you?

Not okay.

Hmmm..l know that as well.

I'm not evil aunty,

I'm not a bad person.

So why does everyone think I am?

I feel like such a villain!

Of course you're not a bad person Amaya,

but since when has it

started mattering to you,

what other people think?

It didn't matter earlier,

but it's started mattering to me now.

The situation you are in now,

is not easy to deal with at all.

What would you have done in my place?

Now what's the point Amaya?

Please tell me aunty,

I really want to know.

To tell you the truth,

I don't know what I

would have done myself.

Does grandma know?

Grandma?

Mummy always wanted

Leela to settle down again.

Leela's probably spent the

best years of her life alone,

which is why we were very happy,

to see Leela and Jayant together.

Come on aunty,

dad was your brother after all..

That relationship

can never change Amaya,

but on the back of old relationships,

you don't stop making new ones.

Anyhow, now nothing will change.

What you want, is what will happen.

Happy?

You're right,

what I fought for

against the entire world,

has now happened.

But I'm not happy.

Why is that?

I don't know..

I can't seem to help thinking"

not only did I lose dad a long time ago,

but now I think, I've lost Ma too.

I'm so sorry Ma..

I'm so sorry.

Okay.

Very nice!

It works.

I want to meet with Jayant.

Why?

A lot of thought went

behind the decision we've taken.

The decision may be wrong though?

Well, if it's wrong, so be it.

Don't worry.

Why isn't someone opening the door?

Hi..

Please sit.

Our book is being published today"

I'm very happy for You-

Jazz?

Why do you never get angry?

How can anybody be so good?

You know, If dad were around,

he would have

slapped some sense into me,

a long time ago.

I'm sorry.

This book would never

have been completed without you.

Come on!

Jazz?

So,

are you going to give Ma a ring?

Very Poor joke..

Very poor!

Horrible.

Oh..

Hi!

Didn't you say you were leaving?

Well if you so wish,

I can leave right now..

Please..

My God, both of you

are such drama queens!

I'm a drama queen?

Don't tell me..

What!

The book!

My God!

Look at this"

Dear Ma,

Thank you for always being

the most important part of my life,

even when I lost my way recently.

Dear Leela,

for memories that will

last the rest of my life,

affectionately,

Jayant.

WOW!

Someone had once said,

the day your first book gets published,

we'll celebrate it with Champagne.

Memories of the Busy Bazaar.

Finally!

Hey,

why don't you get the book?

Lets get a reading!

Photo time"

This is the time to get it all in!

Photo, photo, photo..

Lets have all your teeth in..

Yes!

Memories of the Busy Bazaar,

foreword by

Amaya Krishnamoorthy.

No matter who you are,

where you belong and

what language you speak,

everyone at some time or

the other, has always said,

I remember when..

I remember the first

time my father slapped me.

I remember when he said to me,

you'll be famous.

And I remember the day my father died.

I remember when I learnt to write,

I wrote a story in my own mind.

I don't remember the

number of times I wept,

But I cannot forget

each moment that I laughed.

Everything that was dear to me,

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