Mumbai Delhi Mumbai Page #3
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- 2014
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You don't have to dare me!
It's mine!
Listen, I am really tense.
If I hadn't lost my cell phone,
I wouldn't even talk to you.
Forget about talking!
Use your mind.
It's rare for the inner human
to get aroused, in this day and age.
like you, no would care to help...
...anybody, specially girls,
specially girls from Mumbai!
And they certainly
should not help!
So, won't you give me
that message?
I deleted it!
D, 4069. Go ahead and turn left.
It's the last house.
I'm not selfish like you.
Thank you.
- Do you understand that?
I will manage.
Yes, as if she has managed
a lot, since morning!
What is this?
Ball!
- Give it here...
Uncle, you can't park
the scooter here.
Why?
- Because, it is a no parking zone.
Be quiet! No parking, it seems.
Grandpa!
Grandpa!
Grandpa, come out, quickly!
Grandpa! Grandpa!
What is it?
Grandpa!
- G rand pa!
Whose scooter is this?
He went there.
Pull the wire out.
- Yay!
Excuse me!
- Yes, please?
Uncle.
- Is this your scooter?
Is this my house,
or a parking lot?
Yes. Right.
Uncle, I need to ask about
an address. - Yes, go ahead.
Where can I find 4069?
Go to the building on the corner,
ring the bell on the second floor.
Oh, okay.
Thanks, Uncle.
Good day to you.
Pull out the wires at
the back, too.
Hey, we have already done that.
Yes? - Where are the people
from the second floor?
I don't know. We are not
But...
Sister!
Are you from Mumbai?
- Yes
Hello, Sister.
- Hi!
Actually, Aunt told me
you were going to come over.
Aunt?
- Yes, Siddhanh's mom.
She had to go out somewhere.
So, she told me...
...if you come over, I should
give you Siddhanh's phone number.
Oh, how sweet!
Write it down quickly
or mom will scold me.
Oh, yes, right.
Just a moment.
9015...
...95899.
Actually, Siddhanh is my cousin.
- Oh!
Dad and Uncle are fighting,
these days. - Oh.
But, don't worry. Everything
will be fine by the wedding.
Yes, what's the number, dear?
90...
- Ayesha!
Oh, God! Okay, bye.
- Just give me the number...
What was that number again?
90155...
...95889.
Yes. 90155...
...95899.
90155...
90155...
90155...90155...
90155...
90155...
90155...
90155...
Have you lost your mind?
- Keep quiet!
Why are you talking to yourself
like a lunatic? - Be quiet!
What? What did you say?
What?
95... - I heard you speak.
Did you say be quiet?
a lot, too!
Listen, I am talking to you!
Yes, you! - Oh, no!
Oh, no! What a fool! - You can't say
anything just because you are a girl.
What? What does this mean?
- Oh, God! Fool!
That's no way to talk!
Oh, yes! Right.
What's your problem?
I forgot the number!
Oh, no! Were you memorizing
the number?
You don't memorize numbers like that.
I can memorize a number
the instant someone telIs it to me.
Oh God! Give these Mumbai girls
some nutritious supplements.
So that they can start thinking
a little faster.
They mess things up, since
they try to wrap them up in a hurry.
Yes? Yes?
What are you thinking about?
Are you daydreaming, now?
I wish, some dreams would
come true. - What?
Alright, anyway.
You want the number, right?
How do you know?
- Oh, now, this is just too much!
Here, take this!
You can check.
It's your message, that
came today morning.
I didn't delete it.
Folks from Delhi are
really generous.
...95889.. 90..
Listen to me. Make the call
from my cell phone.
You did that before, right?
Or you will forget the number,
again.
I got it recharged.
Oh, God!
Here you are.
Thanks.
- Don't mention it.
You will always remember
what a fine guy you met.
Oh, no!
It's okay.
Try once more.
Take the call, you fool!
Forget about it! Ditch the loser!
You are going to say no, anyway.
How do you know,
lam going to say no?
Come on! The entire city heard it
when you shouted it out to your mom.
You eavesdrop on others'
conversations!
How disgusting you are!
- Excuse me!
I won't improve my general
knowledge, by listening to you.
My ears are fully functional,
right?
Your powers of speech are good,
and so are my powers of hearing!
Oh, gosh!
Why don't you just pipe down?
Don't you get tired?
Made in Delhi!
- Listen...
...I left the house this morning.
I haven't eaten a bite.
Oh no! I haven't eaten anything
either, thanks to you! Let's go.
Come on, let's go!
Let's go.
What is it? - Listen, I am not
some girl you can take for granted.
What is it, now?
- Why should I come with you?
Alright, don't come
with me. Go straight ahead.
Take the last left turn, and
Then, cross the T-junction that
comes up. Once you do that...
...there is a yellow building next to
a green one, with a coffee shop.
Go ahead.
By the way, you know something?
It's not as if, girls are in
short supply in Delhi.
In this day and age, the inner human
is aroused with great difficulty.
That's enough!
Stop it. Let's go.
What is it?
Get off the bike.
- What is it, now?
You'll have to push the bike.
Oh, God!
Yes, let's go.
Put some elbow into it! Speed! Yes!
Yes.
Here you are.
Thank you.
If you're hungry in Delhi, eating at
a coffee shop is a cardinal sin.
When you have piping hot
Bhatura (fried flatbreads)...
...coupled with the Pindi Chole
(white chickpeas).
A chutney with julienned ginger,
coriander and pomegranate seeds.
When that combination
makes its way to your stomach...
WOW!
...yes, it is wow!
Come on, eat up!
Not like that! There is a way
From the heart to the stomach.
That's when you are truly content.
Sometimes,
the bliss is confined to the heart.
The cholesterol levels get higher,
the arteries get blocked.
And then, you have a
heart attack.
Please don't say that!
lam my mom's only son!
God made you so pretty!
Why can't you be nice, too?
In a few days, both of you
will look the same.
Both of you, as in?
- As in, you and the Bhatura.
Hey, concentrate and eat!
This taste is going
Really? How is that going to happen?
You will fall in love.
- What?
Not with me!
You'll fall in love with Delhi.
So? Are you here, alone
to meet the boy?
Why?
Can't I come to meet him, alone?
Oh no! You've drawn
your sword out, again!
Why don't you just relax, my
Rani of Jhansi (militant queen)?
So, did you like the boy?
I didn't meet him.
He wasn't at home. Anything else?
I wonder how long I will have
to wait.
Just forget about it! Anyways,
you are going to say no.
You can always send a message,
or something, later.
Besides,
you are a girl from Mumbai.
Listen, you are in a city
like Delhi...
...with a boy whom you don't know
and you're roaming around on my bike.
You can sit here and shovel
Bhaturas... - Hold it right there!
Please, keep your ideas to yourself.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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