Meri Pyaari Bindu Page #2

because of that girl.

My boy, Devdas! How are you?

I missed that face.

Give me a hug!

Please have some.

Come with me.

Hurry up!

My daughter is an avid reader.

Rabindranath Tagore

is her favourite.

Then Satyajit Ray.

Then "Edin" Blyton.

You come a close fourth.

I love Das Cabin.

What a concept. Gripping!

Read us something.

Wow.

lf you're feeling shy.

give it to me, I'll read.

Give it to me.

I did a lot of theater in college.

"Maya's body was now Wrapped

around Ravi."

"Nice trousers," she says.

"She puts her hand into his pocket.

"He attacks her like a hungry

Bengali businessman...

"attacks a mate of hot samosas...

"after a hard day at work.

"As Maya starts moaning...

- "Yes."

- No.

That's enough.

Enough.

Sometimes, it's about

publisher demands...

All right. We better be going.

Let's go.

Das Cabin? Gripping!

Baba, no ghost came?

No, someone else did.

Baba.

She's sweet.

Ma, are you serious?

OK, You tell me what kind

of girl you want?

Her hair was like the inky night.

Her eyes were like traffic lights.

Red, Green, Red, Green.

Her fragrance ran through

my veins like molten lava...

Looking for something?

You, I didn't know

you were here.

- I am here.

- I can see that.

I heard you committed suicide.

So that wasn't you?

Obviously not.

She isn't here.

- Are you recording?

- Yes.

These are Bindu and Abhi's

top ten favourite songs.

Not favourite songs. But songs

that are part of our lives.

So this is the soundtrack to

the lives of Abhi and Bindu.

Don't go away, don't leave me now...

my heart hasn't

had its fill of you.

Some songs become part

of your life.

Wrapped in their tunes are stories,

big and small.

Many memories.

Bindu and I had filled a cassette

with our memories.

Our mixed tape.

Our 4x2.5" dirty secret.

A tape filled with Lata, Kishore,

Asha, Rafi, RD, Bappi-da.

And Bindu,

Don't go away, don't leave me now...

my heart hasn't

had its fill of you.

"My Sweet Bindu."

In one Word - she was "trouble."

She was unusual, a little crazy.

Forever changing her mind.

She was madly in love with life...

but she loved herself

a little more.

At age 6...

she played a bee in a school play.

She adored her costume so much.

she kept it on for a week.

A Week later...

she threw it out like

an old toy.

Never wore it again.

What will you be

when you grow up?

Her answer changed every day.

A Prime Minister.

a washer-woman, a nurse.

Then one day she saw the film

"Guide" on TV.

She thought Waheeda

was singing herself...

so every singer was

as beautiful as Waheeda.

Was it Waheeda's magic

or Lata Mangeshkar's...

she had to be a singer.

I'll have an army of fans.

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