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you should get your father|to join Gandhi.

Seth Bhupindernath and Gandhi...

hand in hand...

liberate the widows of India.

You can laugh,

you don't have an oaf for a father.

No, definitely not.

Have you thought of joining|the Congress?

Are you crazy?

I happen to like English ways.

Their cricket, theirwhiskey...

and what poets they have!

If Gandhi can free India, then think

how Byron would sound,

recited by a free man.

You haven't become|a Nationalist have you?

Passive resistance.

An intriguing concept.

Forget it.

Romantics make terrible Nationalists.

O Sacred River...

Radiant like the moon...

Home of the Eminent...

Home...

When do we stop praying?

Don't you have a dry sari?

It's in "your" house.

Bring it tomorrow.

Tomorrow I'll be in my "own" house.

Anew widow.

Sit up straight!

Don't scold her.

She's just a child.

Child indeed!

She's turned the house upside down.

Where is the house for men widows?

Good God!

What a horrible thing to say.

God protect our men from such a fate.

May your tongue burn.

Pull out her tongue|and throw it in the river.

Kunti, where's my food?

Coming Didi.

Where is Kalyani?

You and your questions.

Witch.

Shut up.

Black tongue.

Eat slowly.

Chew each grain.

Your next meal is tomorrow.

With her uncut hair and clients...

eating with Kalyani|would pollute our food...

Right?

I don't even remember being seven.

What did you say?

She says,|she doesn't remember being seven.

Ask me,

I remember.

I got married when I was seven.

Plump juicy rasgullas,

piping hot gulab jamuns,

cashew-nut sweets,

covered with gold leaf,

yellow ladoos,

dripping in butter.

I ate them all when I was seven.

What do you want?

Uh, is... Chuyia here?

Are you a relative?

Afriend.

Men are not allowed here.

Can't you watch what you're doing?

Please forgive us.

No... it's all right.

You can do it again if you want!

Where did she go?

She's hiding.

Gone!

Watch it!

Don't let your shadow touch the bride!

Such ignorance.

It's this ignorance|that is our misfortune.

Shakuntula, you've been doing|this service for many years.

So many years of sacrifice|and devotion.

Do you feel closer to self liberation?

Lf...

self liberation means...

detachment from worldly desires.

Then no, I'm no closer.

Whatever happens...

never lose yourfaith.

Never lose yourfaith.

I hate you!

She's still not used to this.

Get lost.

I have money.

Widows don't eat fried food.

What do you want?

Speak up.

Hail Lord Shiva!

Auntie. Auntie.

What is it little mouse?

A ladoo!

Chuyia!

Where are you?

Well done my Chuyia.

Do my feet now.

Yes, Didi.

Gently.

My skin is like satin.

If a mosquito sits on me,|it creates a crater.

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