D-Day Page #2

Get down. Down.

RascaI!

Wali, get in!

Get down.

Don't shoot him!

'Prayers are for kin.'

'But we have no kin.'

'That's the reason why we're chosen.'

'UntiI nine years ago, nobody

cared whether I existed or not.'

'But, nine years is a Iong time.'

That's it.

That's all the attention I get.

There was a time,

when it was just about it.

I can say the same thing.

You don't give me

a second look either.

Like you used to, back in those days.

Let's turn back time.

- Don't be naughty.

I see, you're the one complaining

and I'm getting naughty?

Let go.

Let me go.

Son. Go back to sleep.

There's stiIl time for school.

- No, it's not.

Get up. Or you'Il be Iate.

No school, mom. l've fever.

You don't have fever.

It's just your excuses.

No. His body's burning.

Of course, he covered himself

with two bIankets last night.

Why do you cover

yourself with bIankets?

Don't support him.

- The teacher's really strict.

And, I don't have a penciI either.

He doesn't have a pencil.

What will he do in schooI?

Don't go, son.

You bought pencils for him yesterday.

Here they are.

Perfumed ones!

Mom, Perfumed one's..

- No perfumed ones.

Take these.

- Mother.

I want perfumed ones.

Next time Iose your bag, son.

Perfumed ones.

Mom, l want perfumed ones..

'For six years, I Iived these

beautiful moments like a dream.'

'Knowing that I might

wake up any moment..'

'..and everything wiII shatter.'

'Nafisa and Kabir,

who were my biggest reality..'

'..would turn into my biggest Iie.'

I want to go to your school.

- My school? Why is that?

Then, l can open my own barber shop.

You're not going to be a barber, son.

You'II be nipping their ears.

Out!

- Out!

Sachin has 100 centuries alone.

And look at them.

Together they can't

score a single century.

Brother Khurram,

these two will pIay tiIl the end.

They don't have the guts to do that.

They don't even qualify

as the 12th Man.

The people are crazy after them.

As if they run the country.

They don't care about our sacrifices.

Because we don't have Pakistan's

T-shirt, like they do.

There it has started again.

'Khurram took every opportunity..'

'..to assert that he's from lSI.'

'Years passed, with the hope that..'

'..l could extract information

from Khurram and report back.'

'But, those hopes had changed.'

'I was waiting for the day..'

"Ashwini sir would release me from ..

..this posting and

this lie.' 'That's it.'

Stop the driver.

Ashwini.

PeopIe retire.

- l know.

I'm quitting my job,

so that l can devote my time to you.

Stop it..

- Coming.

Ramashray.

Mrs. Chaturvedi.

Old agents whom we're calling back.

Add another list to that name.

God is great!

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