As I walk up the dark cinema hall aisle, the screen light falls on people sitting. I don’t notice whatever I don’t notice; but I do notice some hands holding each other, heads resting on shoulders, arms entwined, shoulders touching, and before I realize it, I am looking for my seat. As I move on with life in such small steps, it hits me that I miss being in love. I don’t miss any specific detail. I just miss the feeling. That’s just it. ...
Jadav (Bhatt ko) – Pralaynath Gendaswami kaise dikhta hai? Bhatt – Kya?!?! Jadav – Kis desh se hai tu? Bhatt – Kya?!?! Jadav – “Kya” naam ka koyi desh maine to nahi suna? “Kya” mein Hindi bolte hai kya? Bhatt – Kya!! Jadav – Hindi maadarchod!! Hindi – Tu bolta hai kya use? Bhatt – Haan!! Jadav – Toh tu jaanta hai ki mein kya bol raha hoon Bhatt – Haan! Jadav – Bol ki kaise dikhta hai Pralaynath Gendaswami Bhatt – Kya?! Jadav – Ek aur bar “Kya” bol, Ek aur bar “Kya” bol – mein tujhe chunauti deta hoon, mein tujhe dugni chunauti deta hoon maadarchod. Ek aur baar “Kya” bol saala! Bhatt – Kaala hai! Jadav – Aur???? Bhatt – Takla hai… Jadav – Kutti ki tara dikhta hai kya? Bhatt – Kya?!?! Jadav Bhatt ko kandhon pe goli maarta hai… Jadav – Kutti ki tara dikhta hai kya? Bhatt – Nahin?!?! Jadav – Toh phir kutti ki tarah usko chodne ki koshish kyon ki tune? Bhatt – Nahin, maine nahi kiya Jadav – Haan tune kiya!!! Haan tune kiya!!! Bhatt, tune usko chodne ki koshish ki… Bhatt – Nahin.. Jadav – Pralaynath Gendaswami ko yeh pasand nahi ki Srimati Gendaswami ke siva use koyi chode……….Tu Gita ko padta hai kya Bhatt??? ...