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Well, a lot of drama happens at our place.

Really?

I don't understand why do these parents get so dramatic all the time.

Someone said, if you can figure your parents out...

all the answers to life will be revealed to you.

Why do I have a feeling that you are running away from your parents?

What? No.

No big deal.

I am also running away. At full speed!

I call it independence.

Basically you're running away!

Actually, I've been running all my life. But that race was for my parents.

I had to be first in studies, Bharatnatyam, Carnatic music, tennis...

Somewhere along the way, I forgot in which direction I wanted to run.

Still better.

My parents wanted only one thing from me...

that I shouldn't die.

Are you ill?

I had a brother, who died at the age of 16.

It was a motorbike accident. I never met him.

Ever since my parents have been worried...

what if the other son dies too?

How did they allow you to come to London?

Suicide!

What?

Hmm... Sleeping pills.

What are you saying?

Didn't eat them, just scattered them around...

I struck a dead pose with the bottle in my hand.

Hung a 'suicide' note on the door.

Everyone got scared...

and they put me on the first flight and said...

Go son, make your future.

Wow.

I can't believe I just met you and told you my dark and deep secrets.

And I can't believe I just met you and gave you a lecture on politics!

Really, you need to improve your manners Lalitha.

Oh phone booth!

Actually, I missed my flight because of the airline and...

instead of the hotel room, I got them to give me money.

I have a UK visa and my best friend, Rima, lives here.

So I'll go to her place.

Oh... okay... so...

So then, I'll see you...

Yeah...

Good luck with your 'Greater Political Participation' and all that...

- Thank you. - Yeah.

- Nice meeting you... - Yeah.

Actually... why don't you call Rima from my phone...

In fact, if her house is on my way, I can drop you.

- It's not an issue. - No, no...

It will be international roaming.

Don't worry about it.

Just call from here.

Take your time.

Thank you.

Sh*t.

What? Is your friend okay?

Her husband has taken her away on a surprise holiday to Paris.

Can you imagine?

That bugger!

Actually, I haven't stayed alone in a hotel room... feels sleazy.

I would have taken you along to my uncle's place...

but he is a true blue Punjabi.

I have stayed with him for a few days.

If he sees me with a girl, he'll have the wedding invites printed!

Come on, I can't come to your uncle's place.

It's okay... you carry on... It's fine.

Are you sure?

Yes, absolutely!

Okay, bye.

Okay.

Listen, I've got an idea.

Let's leave our luggage in the cloakroom...

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