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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.

If people encounter someone

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

on talking terms with them.

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?

Hey, excuse me! I could say

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

take the second right turn.

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.

I won't chase after you.

I swear by the Divine Mother.

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.

And a single dry green chili.

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

to eat every single thing.

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

to change your point of view.

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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