Bhoomi Page #3

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Now not only 10% discount,but 20% discount.

My niece is getting married.

There'll be drums,clarinets, and music in the air.

Enjoy! Enjoy!

What are you doing!!

Sorry-Sorry.

You see...in all this excitement...

...this Indian didn't realize thathe has strayed into Chinese borders.

Sweetu... you've such thick,black, hair.

All thanks to your massages.

Your massages are just wonderful.

Sweetu... I was thinking aboutopening up a massage parlor.

You see, then we'llown every type business...

...from head to toe.

Sweetu... you let such disgustingthings creep up your head.

Yuck... Papa!

At least you shouldstart charging them rent.

I've told you a thousandtimes to drive slow.

It's a scooter, not an airplane.Understand?

You would even makeairplanes fly slow. Isn't it?

Stop talking nonsense.

Papa, please tell him topick me up from college on time.

He was 20 minutes late even today.

And you know what kindof boys stand out there.

They whistle and tease...

Come on... stop blamingthe boys for everything.

Why can't you cover your head?

See how he's talking to me, papa.

I'm older to him,but he has no manners.

Let it be...you're justone year older to me.

And where's my mobile?Give me my mobile.

If you're such a grown-up,buy your own mobile.

Where are you going now?

Who's going to sit in the shop?- I didn't come here to sit.

I've got things to do...

Like taking sister Bhoomito the market, and I'll be late.

Miss me...if you can.

Sorry, sister...I am late.- So what's new.

You're always late.- Sit.

Let's go.- Come on.

Drive properly.- I am...

You fixed Bhoomi's wedding so soon.

It was the only auspiciousday I could find.

Don't hesitate if you need anything.

We're like family.

We'll be buying all thewedding sweets from your shop.

Vishal already knows everything.

Isn't that right, Vishal?

Hello, aunty.- Yes - Hello.

Bhoomi, you?

I went over to the shop.You left the guest-list at home.

Everything else comes later...

First, have a sweet.- Thank you.

Congratulations on your wedding.

How about some for me...I don't have diabetes.

Here... have one.

Bhoomi dear.- Yes, aunty.

If you have someoneon mind for Vishal...

...maybe a friend,then do let me know.

Yes...

Yes, aunty.

Well, Papa, shall we go?- Okay.

Goodbye.- Goodbye.

Did you practice crying?

Practice crying?- Yeah...

Those with unrequited loveare only destined to shed tears.

Show me your purse.- Why.

Show me your purse.

Allow me.- What are you doing?

Oh, my...- Photo...

My advice is that you shouldget this picture out of here too.

Or replace it with a photo of LordShiv-Parvati, or Lord Shani (Saturn)!

Put that up.

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