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What will your father say?

He'll be pleased,|he's a liberal thinker.

Stop it!

Have some Didi?

I've been farting non-stop|since this morning.

I ate too much last night.

Here, eat some.

Are you mad?

Giving a widow forbidden food.

I'll eat a hundred puris|at Kalyani's wedding.

Whose wedding?

Kalyani's wedding.

And when is herwedding?

Don't know.

She'll get married over my dead body.

Widows don't get married.

But she will. I know she will.

No! She won't!|Now get off!

She will get married.|She will. She will. She will.

Drown yourself, liar!

Madhu Fatty!|Liar Fatty!

Bitchy Fatty!

Get off the old b*tch, she'll die!

Get this devil off me!

Chuyia, that's enough.

Chuyia, stop.

Chuyia. Enough.

Come here

Chuyia says you're getting married.

Yes.

Have you gone mad?

Nobody marries a widow.

He will.

Shameless.

You'll sink yourself and us.

We'll be cursed.

We must live in purity,

to die in purity,

Then why did you send me|across the river?

For survival.

And how we survive here,

no one can question,

not even God!

We would have burnt in Hell|because of her.

I've saved you.

I've saved you all.

Let's see the whore get married now.

Is this true?

Yes.

You'll let Kalyani out, won't you?

To even think of remarriage is a sin.

Why?

Ask God.

How will you get married now?

You've become bald.

Don't worry, I'll get married.

I hope that fat Madhumati drowns!

If widows start to fantasize|they'll turn blind.

Let's see how she gets married now.

What a disaster.

If one widow wants to marry,

all the widows of India|will want to marry.

A catastrophe!

Do you know what he says?

Who?

Gandhi.

He says widows are strangers to love,

and nobody should be|a stranger to love.

Didi, what's wrong?

I miss my dear departed Mitthu.

My Mitthu.

My Mitthu.

Are you in heaven my Mitthu?

I hear Mitthu was murdered.

I know you're not asleep.

I won't ask about Mitthu.

Tell me, what do I look like?

Old.

You have studied the Holy Scriptures.

Is it written,

that widows should be treated badly?

The Scriptures say,

that widows have three options.

They can burn with their dead husbands,

or lead a life of self-denial,

or if the family permits,

marry their husband's younger brother.

However,

a law was recently passed,

which favours widow remarriage.

A law?

Why don't we know about it?

We ignore the laws...

that don't benefit us.

Keys to her room.

I won't give them.

The keys.

I told you I won't give them.

If you open the door,

you destroy us all.

Imbecile!

Don't open the door.

Leave.

Go.

If you go to him,

I won't let you come back.

I love you very much.

Will you marry me?

Come and play Holi.|We've dressed you...

for his Festival of Colour.

Stop sulking.

What's the first colour you'll wear?

Blue.

The colour of Lord Krishna.

Ablue sari with a gold border.

You'll look as beautiful|as a peacock feather.

You really told your mother?

Yes.

What did you say?

I said I wanted to marry you.

And what did she say?

She began to cry.

Good God!

Father and I will convince her.

Look... my house.

What's yourfather's name?

Dwarkanath... Seth Dwarkanath.

Turn the boat around.

What happened?

Turn the boat around.

Sit Kalyani.

At least tell me what's wrong.

Alright, you don't need|to say anything.

But I do need to.

Then please try.

I can't.

Ask yourfather.

What?

What happened was unfortunate.

However...

However what?

So you've found out|she's not a goddess.

Don't marry her,

keep her as a mistress.

I respected you so much.

Brahmins can sleep|with whomever they want,

and the women they sleep with|are blessed.

Do you know Lord Ram told His brother,

never to honor those Brahmins,

who interpret the Holy Texts

for their own benefit?

You're not a hero in an epic play,

ready to wage war for love.

You disgust me.

Did you put butter?

Yes.

So, you've come back.

Yourfather-in-law didn't like you?

Wait there,

Gulabi will be here soon.

I've come for Kalyani.

The Holy Texts say all|this is an illusion.

Kalyani's death is no illusion.

Have faith.

Why is yourfaith so strong?

I don't know.

Why are we widows sent here?

There must be a reason for it.

One less mouth to feed.

Four saris saved,

one bed,

and a corner is saved|in the family home.

There is no other reason|why you are here.

Disguised as religion,|it's just about money.

I always keep my promises.

Don't I?

Everyone knows you do.

But she doesn't even want to go home.

Right?

I want to go home.

Alright then, Gulabi will take you.

You know where my home is?

She does. Gulabi knows everything.

But if you don't want to go,|you don't have to.

After all, I'm also like your mother.

Can I take Kaalu?

Weapons cannot cleave it,

fire cannot bum it,

eternal and all pervading,

is this soul.

Holy Water.

The British have let Gandhiji|out of jail!

He's free, on his way from Allahabad.

Gandhi is one of the few people|in the world,

who listens to|the voice of his conscience.

But...

what if our conscience conflicts|with ourfaith?

Who's house is this?

This is Kalyani's friend's house.

Play here for a while,|then I'll take you home.

No.

Don't you want sweets and fried bread?

Let's go!

I've come to play.

Have you seen Chuyia?

Ask Madhu Didi.

Where's Chuyia?

Have you seen Chuyia?

What?

Have you seen her?

Have you seen her?

I've sent her.

Where did you send her?

Where did you send her?

Open your eyes!

Where did you send her?

With Gulabi.

Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up! Take me across the river.

What are your plans?

To take the train,

and leave this place behind

The British have let Gandhiji|out of jail.

He's here at the train station|forfive minutes.

He's holding his prayer meeting.

If you want his blessings be there!

Live long.

Be happy.

My dear brothers and sisters,

for a long time I believed|that God is Truth.

But today I know, that Truth is God.

The pursuit of truth...

is invaluable for me.

I trust it will be the same for you.

Long live Gandhi!

Please let me through.

Brothers, please take herwith you.

Please, give her to Gandhiji.

Brother!

Help her, please help her!

Take this child with you!

Why doesn't anybody listen?

This child is a widow!

Didi!

Make sure she's in Gandhiji's care!

Don't be afraid.

Give her to Gandhi.

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