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these ms Nair... could you please

fetch me my... eye-drops... from that

table over there. Thank you.

You may have three guesses debraj...

but you have only one choice.

This letter.

An eight-year girl,

in shimla, Michelle.

She can't see, she can't hear and

her parents don't understand her.

You are their last hope debraj.

Otherwise they will put her

in the asylum.

You are the best teacher I know.

She needs a teacher, you need a job.

Look up

what do you see in this eye, ms. Nair?

A great love for me.

You need to get your eyes checked.

And this one?

- Nothing

her name is Michelle, isn't it?

I can see everything clearly.

A beautiful morning...

snow covered streets...

and that little girl...

a lost soul, directionless.

I will give her wings

made of words, ms. Nair.

I will teach her how to fly.

You couldn't do anything for yourself

and you're out to change others' lives

what happened, do your eyes hurt?

No, not my eyes...

my heart hurts...

listening to your cruel words...

it hurts... it hurts!

That after spending thirty years

in this school...

I'm just an unseen unheard entity.

When I saw the school

for the last time...

my students were waving to me

in the wrong direction.

Waving to me in the

wrong direction ms. Nair.

Oh! Lt... it... it... hurts...

it hurts.

"Destiny had put together

two strange soul- mates."

"I was left incomplete by god..."

"and you were

a battle - weary warrior."

"I was waiting in my darkness..."

"and you were bringing

the flickering Light."

Right. Where's the girl?

This is all we needed.

An alcoholic teacher.

Mmmm... interesting.

Playful, bit of a brat.

And very pretty...

Yes. Yes... someone new...

a new buddy.

You like my glasses, don't you?

Well... you can have them...

here... there you go.

Happy?

Teacher... tea... cher

Mr. Sahai, she understands?

No, she's just imitating me.

Good... good girl

what is she doing?

That's her sign for me.

Her mother

oh, she's strong.

- I'm really sorry, Mr. Sahai

It's alright.

What's this!!

What is this bell for?

This is her identity

If she is lost.

We find her through its sound.

Take it off!!!!

When you think, that

your child is an animal...

what do you expect of others?

- It's your job to make her human.

How do you plan to do this?

These fingers, Mr. McNally.

They're eyes of the blind...

...Voice of the mute...

poetry of the deaf.

Raise it to a sword...

...clench it for strength.

They can feed you and slap you,

they can point you towards God

and sometimes...

even the door.

It isn't as easy as you make it seem.

My daughter is like me...

stubborn...

- Insolent.

Not you. Y our daughter

lunch... will be served

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