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The song! Keep it ready.

Let's go, queens!

Gayaram, is the tea ready.

Mahadev!

Mahadev, wait.

Why have you come so late?

Couldn't help it.

I wanted to come earlier...

...but mother-in-law got me

to make a 100 pots.

I got a letter.

Is it my husband's?

- Let me open it.

I can't read a closed letter.

Yes, it's his.

What does he write?

Will he come to take me

away during Diwali?

He says he has no money.

He'll come when he has it.

What else has he written?

He wants you to take care

of mother and feed Puthru personally.

Who is this Puthru?

Our dog.

Dog!

He is worried about the dog!

'Kamla, I miss you a lot.'

'When I return after a hard

day's work, I miss you even more.'

'What can I do?

I am here to earn a living.'

What else has he written?

Nothing much. He says he is happy

that the cow has given birth.

And he will send Rs. 500 by post.

Your Bansiram.

Okay, I'm going back.

How will you go alone in the evening?

Let me drop you on my cycle.

No. I'll go on my own.

Come on, I will also visit

your house and village.

We'll talk about old times.

When you share your memories,

you unburden your sorrows.

Come on, sit. Sit!

Stop worrying. Sit.

And hold on very tight.

Or you'll fall.

Are you okay?

- Yes.

Shall we go? Let's go.

Listen to what the fragrant breeze sings.

Tread gently and lightly

on these dream paths.

With you, I'll travel on and on.

Whether we reach

our destination or not.

With you, I'll travel on and on.

Whether we reach

our destination or not.

Listen to what the fragrant breeze sings.

Goes past, caressing you.

No one can stop this breeze.

On this journey, we will experience...

... all of life's sorrows and joys.

Happiness, tears, dreams.

Losses, separation, dear ones.

We will remember.

Listen to what the fragrant breeze sings.

Tread gently and lightly

on these dream paths.

There's a secret in my heart.

How can I tell you what it is?

I hesitate. I suffer.

Can't say what's in my heart.

What the heart wants to say...

... my eyes express it.

You can't understand it.

Listen to what

the fragrant breeze sings.

Tread gently and lightly

on these dream paths.

With you, I'll travel on and on.

Whether we reach

our destination or not.

With you, I'll travel.

Whether we reach

our destination or not.

Mahadev, having fun?

Carry on, brother!

Carry on!

Don't let the bird go

out of your hands!

Mahadev.

- Yes.

I was thinking.

If I were with my husband on a cycle...

...and you were with

your wife on another...

wouldn't it be great?

Of course. But Kamla,

I'm still single.

Why?

No one wants to marry

their daughters to me.

What are you saying? Liar!

You are handsome.

And tall. And intelligent.

Why would no one give

their daughter to you?

You're right, Kamla, but

whenever mother went with a proposal...

...people said I was without character.

That I had misbehaved

with a girl in my childhood...

...and had probably done

worse in my youth.

So, it's because of me.

No! No! Not because of you.

Marriage, life, death, success,

failure. It's all up to God.

You too have got married but

what's the use of such a marriage?

Your husband hasn't

seen you in four years.

Who knows when he will?

Frankly, I feel very sad

when I think about you.

Why don't you come to

my house tomorrow morning.

I'll write such a reply that

he'll come back to his senses.

He'll return before Diwali.

Then you can light up

lamps ofjoy together.

Mahadev, you are

a God in the form of a man.

No.

I'll surely come tomorrow.

Now go home or else your

mother-in-law will be cross.

But do come tomorrow.

I'll be waiting.

Bye-bye Kamla.

Come on, Puthru.

Aunt, where does

Mahadev Kushvaha live?

There?

Aunt!

- What is it?

I've come to get a letter written.

My son is not up yet.

Is this a time to come?

Go to the post office.

Mahadev, asked me to

come home to get the letter written.

Kamla?

My son's hand hurts a lot writing

your letters all the time.

And what do you pay him?

A rupee! Half a rupee!

Go away!

What stupid people!

Kamla, come in.

Mother, make tea for us.

Come in.

Don't mind my mother.

Ever since my father left us,

she has become a bit irritable.

She's not bad at heart.

Listen to what I have written.

My Lord, if you can't come

then call me to Mumbai at the earliest.

Four years is too long a time.

Okay?

Beloved. Now I don't even

feel like calling you beloved.

Why?

Because you don't care about me.

If you did then would

you leave me like this.

If you wanted someone to take care...

...of your mother

and feed the dog...

you should've kept a maidservant.

I have shed a lot of tears

but what do you care?

By sending me a little money twice a...

...year doesn't fulfill

the duty of a husband.

What are your intentions?

I can't wait any longer.

No! You've been too

harsh in this letter.

He is alone in the city.

The letter will frighten him.

I'm always worried about him.

I am doing this to help you,

but you don't trust me.

Go get the letter written

by someone else.

No Mahadev, I trust you.

That's why I've come.

Come in. Come, mother.

You don't understand

a man's psychology.

Psychology? - Psychology deals

with the intricacies of the mind.

Men know women worry about them

a lot and they take advantage of it.

Just once, let him know

you don't care for him.

And then see what happens!

All your sorrows will disappear.

Really?

- You think I am lying?

Hey Ramkumar!

Forgive me! What's all this?

What happened?

It's all because of your love letter.

I don't understand.

What happened?

The letter that you wrote.

For Shobha.

I went happily

to throw it in her courtyard.

Then? - Shobha didn't get the letter.

Then?

- Subedar Singh got it.

Oh my God! I had warned you.

How would I know?

- Then what happened?

He went to the clinic looking for me.

I ran away from there.

I ran past you.

- Yes, you were making signs then?

He was after me.

Somehow I got out of the village.

I saw a bus for Rewa, I got on.

Then?

- Subedar got on the bus as well.

Driver, stop!

Stop!

Ramkumar!

As soon as I saw Subedar

I jumped off the moving bus.

Then?

Subedar too jumped off.

Oh my God!

He broke your arm and leg, right?

No, my friend!

That is when the plot changed.

I made a mistake.

Forgive me.

Why do you apologise?

Why were you running away?

You've written such a beautiful letter.

You've written of your love for Shobha.

Son, do me a favor.

Marry her.

I am going to die soon.

What will happen to her after me...

Ram Singh is already eyeing her.

If you marry my widowed

daughter-in-law...

...then I will think you

are a soldier like me.

Yes.

Do me this favor.

Great! That's good news!

When are you getting married?

As soon as this bandage

and the plaster comes off.

You have to attend the wedding.

I'll surely come!

Forgive me!

Frankly, it's because

of your love letter...

...that I got Shobha as a gift.

It's because of your writing

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