All Is Well Page #5

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'I'll slap you.'

Do you know three-lettered word for

"Aascharya, Achambit" (Astonishment).

AMAZE. - Where's mother?

No, not AMAZE. In Hindi.

Sorry, uncle.

Ask him where's mom.

She's at the Old Age Home.

What?

She's been sick for

the past couple of years..

...so she's at the

Old Age Home. - Sick?

If she's sick,

she should be at the hospital.

Why the Old Age Home?

Are you going to say something or not?

There are no big hospitals here.

There's just one Old Age Home..

...where people with

such conditions are treated.

What "Condition"?

Alzheimer's is most hereditary.

At first, the patient

begins to forget small things.

Like namesmames

of things used daily.

Then slowly..she

gets morose at nature.

The patient doesn't

realize this himself.

But yes..if someone pays attention.

"Then it can be detected

at an early stage.

It's really strange.

...that no one at your

home detected these symptoms.

Well..my papa and mom don't get along.

And you?

Isn't there a cure, doctor?

Well, there is no cure.

"But we can slow down the process.

The patient needs to

be given medicine on time.

And most imponantly.

...the patient needs a good ambience.

And she needs to be

kept happy at every cost.

Can I take mom home?

Welcome, mister.

Wakeup, Bhalla.

Look..this time you two

get straight to the point.

I don't want any

lengthy conversations.

Did you sign or not?

Why did you bring her here?

Did you take the

biscuits out of the oven?

They will get burnt.

Why did you bring her here?

Don't worry.

I will look after mom.

You will look after her? You?

Will you take her along?

- Isn't that what you want?

That's one burden off your shoulders.

Happy? - Enough! Shut up! Shut up!

You two are more like Wildcats

rather than a father and son.

Always fighting.

The point is..your

father hasn't signed yet.

And I never will.

Look here.. - Forget it. I won't sign.

I don't want to sign.

Nimmi, why don't

you and mom sit outside?

You cannot force me.

Hey..no one's going anywhere.

Sit here.

Be quiet.

Sit here.

You're too much.

Or I will shoot.

What do you mean you'll shoot?

Chima, listen to me.

I've already signed the papers.

I don't care how you'll

extract the money from him.

Get it.

I know how.

Bhalla..come on, sign.

What are you doing?

Lower the gun.

I'm saving--

What's wrong?

I've told you a thousand

times..grease this thing.

Never fires when you want it to.

Oh god, it fired!

The gun fired.

Look, Chima..relax.

We have some jewelry.

It's not here, it's someplace else.

It's with our uncle Kripal.

What uncle?

We've an uncle who

lives close to Chandigarh.

Give me his number.

Hold it.

- Wait, I'll give you his number.

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