Rang Rasiya Page #3

Welcome to Bombay, Ravi!

I hope you will like Bombay.

Consider this as your own house.

I am very grateful to you, sir.

I like your art.

And the artist too.

I don't know whether that artist is alive or not.

Don't worry. I won't let that artist die so easily.

Bombay is the city of dreams.

The talented one are well thought off.

Now give a smile.

Forget the past and start a new life.

What is it? Why are you following me?

I am an artist.

- Artist? What is your art form?

To stare at girls. To follow them.

Aren't you ashamed?

You are mistaken.

I understand you very well.

I have come across many like you.

You deserve a slap. Shameless!!

Enough.

I thought you would resurrect my talent.

But I was wrong.

I don't know who you are but whoever you are.

God knows how many are crazy for you.

But don't forget that you won't be beautiful forever.

It will subside just like the youth.

But my art will remain. Forever.

Bhackubai. The girl is growing up.

Have you thought about her or not?

Their mother died and they are my responsibility now.

If you are their aunt then you will have..

..to do something about it. Right?

Alright. You spread the word. Let's see.

Where did you go?

"He thinks I am crazy."

"He thinks I am crazy."

"My friends tease me."

"My eyes are speaking. Listen dear."

Did you know that I would come?

Just like from heaven.

You didn't tell me.

You knew I would come.

Like an inspiration.

Let's start from Saraswati.

The goddess of Knowledge and art.

Please come!

Consider you are a goddess.

How do I know how a goddess is?

Absolutely. It is my job to make you feel like one.

"Painter. Painter."

"Painter. Painter."

"All these are your colours."

"Orange is like the sun set at dusk."

"My tresses are black."

"Just like flowing from your eyes."

"Red. Yellow. Green. Pink. Golden."

"You are one. But there are different shades."

"Colour me. Colour me. Colour me."

"The blue sea is swaying. Flowing. Swinging."

"I am the colour that you choose."

"Painter."

"Painter."

"Painter. Painter. Painter."

It's very pretty.

You are pretty.

What do you know about me?

Nothing at all.

Whatever I know..

..is enough for me.

Where did you get me, sir?

My dear painter. There is a world outside your paintings.

I want you to see it.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please be seated?

The meeting is about to begin.

Indian National Congress is the symbol of our nationality.

Do you know who is he?

- He is a painted.

Raja Ravi Verma.

- It is an organisation for our country.

The Viceroy says.

India is not a country nor it was in the past.

He can't believe from Balochistan to Burma.

Kashmir to Kanyakumari.

People from here can unite and get freedom.

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