Raazi Page #5

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You will need time...

...and so will I.

Could you leave it a little open?

I hope you don't mind.

No... I don't.

Please let it be, madam... I'll do it.

Go set the table, Salma. Breakfast will be ready by then.

Okay.

Excuse me Madam...

What are you doing here in the kitchen?

You don't have to take the trouble.

It's no trouble at all Uncle...

I woke up early...

...So I thought I'll make the breakfast.

I have made parathas and tea for everyone.

But do you even know when everyone sits down for breakfast?

And what all they like to eat?

First of all, everyone has breakfast together.

And they all prefer to have toast.

Oh...

So we'll have the parathas for lunch then.

You should taste them too Uncle. I make them quite well...

You don't need to bother with the cooking.

Munira madam decides what is to be made each morning.

Both lunch and dinner are prepared accordingly.

Unless you have taken over the household responsibilities...

I'm sorry...

I interfered in the kitchen...

...without permission.

Abdul... Toast. - Coming.

'Don't be in a hurry to win their affection.'

'It doesn't work...'

'And looks like false flattery.'

'Give it a few weeks...'

'...everything will fall into place.'

I heard what happened in the kitchen today.

I was only trying to be helpful.

I didn't mean to interfere with his work.

There was no interference!

Abdul is a little too possessive about this family.

But you're the daughter-in-law of the family after all.

When you first came, was he like this with you too?

Somewhat.

But maybe because... - I am Indian?

Is that why?

Could be...

But, he is an Indian himself...

...he moved to Pakistan only after the Partition.

Please sit.

'Make a note of everyone's arrival and departure...'

'Where they go... where they have their meetings...'

You only listen to Jazz music?

I like Western Classical too.

But Jazz has a completely different effect on me.

I know!

Just like Indian classical music has...

...on me.

You have grown up in India...

...it's natural that you will like things from there.

The action at Dhaka University...

Watch the ways of the wind

Tread lightly in your gait

Your footprints betray you

Your conscience up in flames

Watch the ways of the wind

Tread lightly in your gait

Your footprints betray you

Your conscience up in flames

Your conscience up in flames

Sorry!

The door wasn't locked...

'Sarvar.'

Owns a grocery store in the main market.

If anything goes wrong, contact him immediately.

The Bride is smiling.

Sir, Sehmat's test message.

The cheeks are hurting.

What are you doing?!

I'm sorry...

Abba...

You could at least speak with Lt. General Beig.

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