Issaq Page #2

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Father!

Thestream ofblood pierces me

This war's gone on

ever sincel was born.

Akiss to you, my beloved.

This war's gone on

ever sincel was born.

lt's as if a soul

has risen within menow

lt's as ifl have

rebelled against myself.

This bird wants to fly,

even as peopleare

readyto shoot it down.

lts ariver offire

and one has to wade through...

lts ariver offire

and one has to wade through...

Rahul, we'renot

goingto do it today.

What happened?

Rosa, this is love.

Truelove.

You know you'renot in lovewith me.

l am.

- Oh!

l really am. Truelove.

lndian love. l'll prove it.

Baby. Baby.

You haveto tryharder

than that, baby.

About love you know nothing.

Rosa!

Madam.

You foreigners are time-pass.- What?

Wantto find the meaning oflove?

Oftruelove?

Reach under.

- Rahul!

Not again. - Have you been

talkingto thatsage again?

That crazy ascetic

from the Himalayas.

He says...

- What?

Real love is experienced from here.

Notthere.

Onesecond.

l'm not interested in these fights,

Mr Nandkishore.

But Teeta believes that Mishra...

...killed his only sister, i.e.

mywife.

Myfirst wife.

Oh.

You should keep an AK47.

lt's the real thing.

Brother, l can'treally

takemy personal weapon to work.

Let metalk to Bachchi.

That way he can settle down as well.

What do you say?

ltll be aload

off yourback as well.

O Mishrilal!

This time,

please visitus on 'Holi'.

Yes, ofcourse.

Bachchi will bethere.

And it'll be loads offun

Bravo.

These are lnvites for 'Holi'.

Deliverthem formally.

Namaste.

- Namaste.

Deliverthem? To whom?

He knows l can'tread English...

l wonder why the master

lets these foreigners stayhere.

Shameless! Unclean people!

Rahul!

Come!

You two sinners, heretoo.

To find alover, you need to

look in thewomen's quarter.

See this..

You'll get in trouble someday.

Murari, these foreigners

are broad-minded.

lfl had bumped into herfirst...

...then l would be

getting luckytoday.

Butthere's onething.

This is called 'Sleeping

with the enemy'!

Betterthan father's punishment.

Whiteskin has its allure,

l must say.

Hey!

Are you marrying her?

Do you takeme for a Romeo?

Darn it. l think it's over now.

Shewants to bean ascetic.

Talk of fasting after feasting!

There's no cureto your problem.

There's a cure to

every problem, Murari.

To counter aknife you need agun.

For a gun you need abomb;

For abomb, cannons;

for cannons amissile;

for amissilean atom bomb;

foratom bomb...

Find someone else.

What do you see in these

emaciated foreigners anyway?.

You didn't get it.

Find a bigger 'problem'...

...that will automatically

curethe'smaller' ones.

How about l break your leg?

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