Always, Always : Kabhi Kabhie Page #2

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Even for the sake of our happiness,

we have no right to ignore...

the wishes of our parents. We can't

trample upon their sentiments...

to build a world for ourselves...

That leaves nothing to ask or say.

Nothing!

I put together a few poems

for my first anthology.

I wanted you to have the first copy.

As a gift of love.

With time and circumstance,

this becomes your wedding gift.

Now who would have guessed that?

My wedding gift. For you.

Were I a poet, I would've

written an anthology for you.

Poetry is my weakness.

And this poet in particular.

And his anthology,

"Kabhi Kabhie" - "Sometimes".

In every line,

he has poured his heart out.

If we ever meet happen

to meet this poet...

we'll surely ask him to

read his poetry for us.

We'll tell him that he was with us

on first night together.

I hear you sing very well.

Will you sing one of these verses?

For our first night together...

"Sometimes"

"My heart tells me"

"You were created for me"

"Up there with the stars you were"

"Till you were sent down to earth

for my sake"

"My heart tells me at times"

"Your body, your soul, your eyes

are mine"

"The shade of these tresses

were made for me"

"Your body, your lips, your arms

are mine and mine and mine alone"

"My heart sings to me sometimes"

"In the tunes of the shehnai"

(Shehnai:
wind instrument from India)

"On our first night together

I will lift the veil"

"You are shy and you quaver

As I take you in my arms"

"My heart asks me"

"Will you love me

like this all my life?"

"Will you always look at me

with love in your eyes?"

"I know, you belong

to someone else"

"But still..."

"Sometimes"

"Sometimes"

"I think of you"

Get up.

What happened?

Well, what...?

If I walked down to the reception

looking like this...

and told the well-dressed

receptionist, "Good morning, miss"...

imagine what she will say?

- She'll say, you're shameless.

Get up. The sun is shining through.

- The sun never rises on a honeymoon.

They say, the honeymoon

is a night of days.

Crazy!

Even if the sun happens to rise,

all you have to do...

is keep your eyes screwed tight.

That's all it takes to make a night.

Haven't you anything else to do?

- No.

You know before marrying you,

I used to think that...

a man must never marry.

Just waltz through a dozen affairs.

But having done the deed,

my philosophy is completely changed.

Marriage is a checking account

in a bank:
encashable at will.

Encashable only if

you have a balance.

Else, your check is likely to bounce.

Let's find out, sweetheart!

Back, son?

Well, what have you decided?

I've given up thinking, Dad.

You think poetry is the only thing

that needs thinking?

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