Ek: The Power of One Page #3

Anna Mhatre.

- Hail to you.

Anna Mhatre.

- Hail to you.

Anna Mhatre.

- Hail to you.

Anna Mhatre..

Anna Mhatre..

It's your love.

When you whistle, a hero is born.

And when you vote, a leader is born.

There are floods happening

in our city.

Terrorists come to plant

bombs in the trains.

But they don't go back alive.

What's obvious..

Papa! No!

Papa! Papa!

Papa! Uncle Joshi, look

what's happened to papa.

Cordon the building.

Cordon the building.

Singh, check if there

is anyone there.

Come on. Hurry up.

What happened?. What happened?.

Stop.

Police has surrounded you.

You have only two options.

Either surrender or die.

I will count till five.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Sorry.

Your luggage?.

- Got stolen.

This belongs to my grandpa.

By the way, where are you going?.

Where this train is going.

Hoshyarpur?.

I too am going there.

There's a small village Chambela.

By the way, is the wooden bridge

still there near the station?.

And that soldier's inn?.

I mean you must be frequently

visiting the place.

I am going there after many years.

Great. That's why there is

a connection between us.

I was eight years old

when I ran away..

..from a sweet village

of Punjab to Gujarat.

18 years.

18 years I stayed away

from my grandpa..

..my fields and dear ones.

So many of the dear ones must

have become strangers.

And strangers, dear ones.

But one thing is for sure.

Grandpa's anger will

still be the same.

I had gone to Mumbai for some work.

That's when I found

out that grandpa..

..is still waiting for

his Puran to return.

I had thought of making

a call to grandpa.

But I didn't have the courage

to speak to him.

That's why I sent a telegram.

Now.. you.. Just a moment.

This is me. Puran.

And this is Preet.

She's my father's very close

friend's daughter.

We had become orphans together

in an accident.

That's why grandpa brought

her to our house.

Man, I sometimes feel like adding..

..a few more engines to the train.

Then I'll reach the village in

three hours instead of thirteen.

Then I'll be with our fields..

..our people and grandpa.

You must be wondering

why I ran away. Right?.

Well.. the thing is, in my village..

Piping hot tea. Piping hot tea.

Piping hot tea. Piping hot tea.

Excuse me, which station is this?.

The railway station, sir.

What's the name of the station?.

Valsad Railway Station.

This is Platform No. 1.

The second one is there. There's

no place for the third one.

And I don't have a change for 50.

Hey! - Piping hot tea. - The

change?. Hey! - Piping hot tea.

This is the train. You go there.

He must be here somewhere.

Come on. Search. Move.

'Cold drink. Cold drink.'

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