Need chai, pronto. Else I can't write this. Oh, here comes my trusted house-help and puts a hot cup of tea on my table where I have settled down after a lot of deliberation. He is a movie buff and wants to know the story of Photograph. Now, now, now...what do I tell him, when there is absolutely none? But he's quite an adamant fellow, been with me since I was in Std 6 and hence I can't dodge him.
I start off by telling him that Nawaz plays a photographer at The Gateway Of India. He cuts me to ask, "Nawaz saan itni saari movies kyun karte hain?" I have no answer until I meet Nawaz again. So I request him to let me continue, you see I want to finish off the narrative fast. So Mr Housekeeper, Nawaz has a grandmother who wants to see her middle-aged grandson get hitched so that he can produce babies for her to play. Nawaz feigns a relationship with Sanya. Granny starts giving gyan to them and Sanya keeps staring in space and thinking deeply all the time. Mr Movie Buff butts in to ask what she's thinking and I find myself giving him Ritesh Batra's number to pose that query.
"Chhodiye, woh mera phone kyun uthane lage? Aap aage sunaiye," Mr House-keeper thunders. I tell him that I am done with the telling and he should retire for the day. By the way, he is already yawning! It's 9 45 pm and it's good to get night sleep early once in a way especially if it has been induced by fatigue. But again, his passion for movies wakes up and he thinks I am trying to evade him. He storms out of the room and bangs the door, but not before I have told him that Sanya and Nawaz are just about okay in this illogical film.
He has been with me for such a long time that I can't resist to go over in his quarters and see if he is still sulking. No, he isn't. He has indeed slept off!
I am going with TWO.
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