Barfi!

The movie is about to start...

Spread love and joy

with people all around you.

But don't spread your

legs too far in front

Switch on your clockwork hearts

and tear glands

But switch off mobile phones

and wailing children.

Love in today's world..

is like instant noodles.

when it reaches your stomach,

it's mostly over

Love in today's world

is born through Facebook

Comes of age in backseats of cars

And dies in cold legal courts

Our story is about

a very different Kind of love

A love filled with rainbows and dreams

It's not a selfish kind of love

It's not a messy kind of love

It's a love that will tickle and linger

The movie is about to start...

I'd often complain to Barfi.

That I didn't have a single

good photograph of him.

But his answer was

always the same.

I'll send you one before I die.

You can have that framed.

And true to his word...

Barfi fulfilled his last promise.

Since i was a child,

my idea of love was...

to Live together...

and die together.

Just like my grandparents.

I was ten,

when my grandpa passed away.

And, a day Later,

my grandma also left us.

I yearned for that kind of love.

But Barfi was miles away in Darjeeling

breathing his last.

i wasn't sure if i'd make it in time.

I had learned from Barfi...

that happiness is found in the little things.

Even a bowl of water is enough

for ships to sail in.

And if you truly believe...

even paper birds can take flight.

Barfi always stayed happy.

And for some strange reason, unknowingly...

I always brought difficulties

into his life.

But he never complained...

neither about me...

nor about the difficulties.

Barfi!

ln the name of the law...

l order you to stop!

You fools!

what are you doing down there?

He's on the roof!

Get up here now!

- Barfi!

Move out of the way!

lnspector, there seems to be a mistake.

This isn't a mistake.

And thank you very much, Mrs. sengupta.

l wouldn't have caught him,

if you hadn't filed a complaint.

Where are you taking him?

London!

Just joking, Mrs. sengupta.

we're taking him to Darjeeling.

Let's go.

Ma'am, sir is on the Line.

He has called twice before.

- Why did the cops come home?

You didn't even bother informing me.

- Hello!

who is Barfi?

- Who the helll is he to you?

- We've never had cops in our house before...

who is Barfi to me?

i had no answer to Ranjeet's question.

- shruti?

After six years of being married to Ranjeet,

why was Barfi stilI important to me?

Please give this to Ranjeet.

That day, I broke all ties

to help Barfi.

i guess, i could take such a

drastic step only because...

I was still as deeply in love with Barfi...

as i was the first time i met him.

That was when my dad

had to relocate to DarjeeLing.

Roll-up the window.

You'll catch a cold.

- who will believe she's

getting married in three months?

what is it?

- Wait, Let me check.

- Hillcart Road...

- Hillcart Road.

ldiot!

I don't want to talk about Barfi.

I've spent half my life running after him.

If it weren't for Barfi...

I'd have retired as

the superintendent of Police.

But now, I sell Homeopathy pills.

Homeopathy!

That rascal Barfi!

Barfi spread love everywhere he went.

But never wanted anything in return.

No wonder he had so many well-wishers.

Barfi and I were childhood friends.

we had a lot of fun.

He was hearing and speech impaired.

But that didn't stop him

from being stubborn.

He had a problem, though.

he thought...

peopLe would abandon him.

That's why he always

put his close ones through a test.

His father lovingly named him...

Murphy, after the Murphy Radio Baby.

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