Meri Pyaari Bindu Page #4

All my life I will stay a Bindu.

Uncool, unmarried. For life.

Don't worry.

I will marry you.

But you need to improve

your figure first.

You unfit Bengali!

With a name like Bubla.

dreaming about hot girls?

Sorry.

Ok. Bubla is a great name.

I'll marry you.

Are you sure?

But l can't walk. I'm wearing heels.

It's 11.30pm. I promised to give

Rahul my car.

So how are we going

to the party?

It's an emergency.

'That' kind of emergency?

Where is he?

- What are you doing?

- Look away.

What's up, bro?

Hi, Rahul.

How are you? Good?

Very good.

Thanks.

- Have fun.

- Bye.

I need a cab.

- Let's go.

- Where?

Hurry up... follow that car.

I left my keys behind.

You want them now?

It'll take a second.

Where are they? Where?

Oh! Hi, Pinky.

Glowing!

No keys here.

Found them, Thank God.

Follow me.

I can't believe you seriously

did that.

Rahul's face turned bright red.

And what about Miss Pinky Rastogi?

- Now they'll know.

- We'll find a taxi further on.

Bubla...

Don't sulk. Bubble Wrap.

Come.

- why are you so heavy?

- Know what l like about you?

What?

I am thinking.

I like the way you scrunch up

your nose when you're angry.

I also like those old-fashioned

sweaters you wear in the summer.

- I'll drop you here.

- But, but... I love.

That you're a real gentleman.

You'd never drop a helpless girl

on a cold road.

Never!

You!

The girl from Kolkata.

A Bengali qawali.

Let me sing!

Let it go to hell...

the material world.

Let me drop by your home

some day.

Leave your window open...

and let me fly away.

Let me play...

let joy overcome me.

O lovely girl,

let me get close to you.

Your youth...

my youth...

won't let go of me.

I roam streets and lanes...

come to me, sweetheart.

Fly to me in these pebbled lanes.

Come to me. Let the rumors

spread.

Everyone at home will have

a problem with us.

Let me...

Let you, get ourselves

a bad name.

What is youth Worth?

If it isn't full of wicked fun.

We are buddies who meet

at midnight.

Your youth...

my youth...

won't let go of me.

Page seven.

Don't.

Who Wants page seven?

zzzzzzzzzzzz20 bucks?

Page 3.

Please.

Must we attach the question paper

with the answer sheet?

I'm done.

Me and my crazy neighbour.

Our homes were next to each other,

So were our lives...

like Gabbar and Sambha, Munna

and Circuit, Guruji and Bhola.

Here. No more renting your car.

No more emergencies.

- Come on.

- You're nuts.

She always managed to make

me do wild and crazy things.

This 'two-phone rings' girl will

trap him one day.

As long as it's a girl.

I have to get some notes

from Prakash.

Where to?

I'll be back.

Bubla!

Just look at him!

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