Meri Pyaari Bindu Page #7

anything in life.

You should see me as a Mom.

I surprise myself sometimes.

I love it.

Bubla, this is the one thing

I'm not a disaster at.

Wait here.

Hello, hello.

Have you something

against my staircase?

It's such romantic weather.

Look at him gobble the cake.

Abhi! The manuscript will get

drenched. And I'll drown.

Ruined my cake too.

Just read.

So many pages? It must

be pretty sentimental.

Not another word. Read it.

Taking your revenge? Why not

play the revenge song too?

Where did you find that?

Don't go away. Don't leave me now...

my heart hasn't

had its fill of you.

You have only just arrived.

As beautiful as the Spring.

Enjoy the fragrant air...

Bindu. In one Word...

My neighbour, my best friend.

You and me. music playing

in the background.

Many teach you how to love...

alas no one teaches you...

how to forget that love.

Bindu.

Without her, I could never

be complete.

She was better than

a half-smoked cigarette.

Better than hot tea

in the cold rain.

More heartbreaking than the

last 10 minutes of the film "Anand."

Better than Zakir Hussain's tabla...

Sachin Tendulkar's

straight drive.

Hotter than Madhuri or Raveena

dancing in the rain.

Geeta Dutt's voice.

The Words of a sad Gulzar song.

I loved Bindu more than

all these things.

And I Wanted her back.

- Why are you out of breath?

- I was running.

From Mumbai?

Take of those headphones!

Abhi, I know...

In this moment...

no song was playing...

nor sound in the background.

No sixteen-piece orchestra.

Only Abhi...

and Bindu...

and their fast beating hearts.

The End.

Happy endings sell better.

This is your story, Abhi.

My version would be different.

Really?

What would be your version?

What difference does it make?

I like this one better.

At least....

you found your nappy ending.

Your Mr Right.

I guess...

Mr Right place, right time.

Does he look like me?

Hot and handsome.

Actually, he's really handsome.

Not like you at all.

I don't want anyone else to read it.

My mother, your husband.

This is ours.

Yeah.

Listen.

Tell me if you still want to

run away with me.

I'll carry you on my shudders...

and Whoosh!

I'll be too heavy for you now.

I admit we are not friends.

I admit we are not lovers.

But do not turn to look at me...

my heart cannot be trusted.

I admit we are not friends.

If we meet somewhere

by chance...

stop and shake my hand.

If someone is walking

by your side...

then smile at me from afar.

But in that smile...

show not a trace of familiarity.

Do not let your eyes express...

what I can't deny.

I admit we are not friends.

Life keeps turning from Side A

to Side B.

Sometimes you like a song

so much you fear it will end.

Sometimes a song never leaves

your lips.

Sometimes it's only

the tune that lingers.

Those memories in the folds

of the pages...

Let them turn to dust.

If my name comes to your lips...

just say it was a mistake.

But even that mistake

should be one...

that you never tire of.

Today she is Mrs Nair.

A mother, a daughter-in-law.

But to me, she's still my Bindu.

She still comes into my dark life

and brightens it.

My Bindu.

My sweet Bindu.

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