Mere Yaar Ki Shaadi Hai Page #2
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- 2002
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Here's a girl"
"What can I tell you about her?"
"She's crazy.
"She's different.
"Every moment a new attitude.."
"They shower flowers upon her path
and heads turn, wherever she goes.
"Here's a girl. What do
I tell you about her?"
Here's a girl. What can
I tell you about her?"
Tell me more about her"
"She'll throw a tantrum."
"..in a moment she is pleased."
"There is a smile on her lips.."
"if she is quiet,
she remains to do so..
Then she suddenly hums.."
How do I describe her?"
"She's only like herself."
"They shower flowers upon her path
and heads turn, wherever she goes.
Here's a girl. What can
I tell you about her?"
"You miss her?"
Every moment..."
"I spent with her"
"I don'! know why
they come in my dreams."
"When I remember the
time when we parted.."
"..my heart becomes heavy with sorrow.."
Now we have parted."
"But I pray for you, my friend."
"May you find flowers upon your path
and make heads turn, wherever you go."
Here's a girl. What can
I tell you about her?"
Stop pacing and say something.
- I'm wondering...
whether I ought to tell you.
- Why not'?
You can't take the truth.
What rubbish. Tell me.
And you will hear me out?
I will, most patiently. I won't scream,
I won't say "what rubbish".
Now shoot.
The truth is, you
are in love with Anjali.
What rubb..
I know you think, I'm talking rubbish.
Because you don'! realise...
you're in love with Anjali.
From Dehradun to Bombay... you
didn't take this trip alone.
Anjali came too, hidden in your heart.
And in every girl you met afterwards,
you tried to find Anjali
Sonia. Her tresses
reminded you of Anjali.
Megha. Her cheese
omelettes were passable.
One Riya too. Her smile
was somewhat like Anjali's.
But not Anjali. And how could
you find another? Anjali is unique.
You know what?
Every girl who looked
into your eyes found,
not herself, but someone else.
That was Anjali.
Do you read, Mr Sanjay Stupid Malhotra?
The absolute truth about your life.
Absurd.
See...'! I didn't crack up, never said,
What rubbish.
In spite of the fact that I
never heard such a stupid theory
I said it in the beginning
you can't take the truth.
Oh shut up, dear.
You are getting irritated.
- Anjali and I... how did you imagine?
Given brains, you'd imagine loo.
- What rubbish.
Anjali and I are friends, period.
Listen to me.
Not a word.
- I don't want to talk to you, either.
Hey!
- Thank you. Good night.
I don't love Anjali. She's
my friend, she's my friend.
She is my friend.
No one cares to listen.
I don't care ii you don'! listen to me.
She is my friend. Only a friend.
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