run into someone who boasts so much!

run into someone who boasts so much!

run into someone who boasts so much!

The game has now got enlivened!And this gamewill end with the lives of these two guys.Along with every family and household in Ramgarh!Here you go.It was really bothering you.Shes a very unfortunate girl.Its almost as if she has forgotten how to speak.As for earlier..Im always reminded of those dayswhen I first visited her village with my master.It was on the festival of colours.Hey! Thats enough!Its the festival of colours! No one can take offense!How will I celebrate Holi with your fatherif you douse all the colours on me?How will you celebrate Holiwith my father in any case?He just doesnt know how to celebrate Holi!Hes been sitting at home all day!Either he touches the feet of the elders visiting himor the younger ones touch his feet as a mark of respect.They apply a pinch of colouron each others foreheadembrace each other and thats it! Theyve celebrated it!Thats no way of celebrating it! Its us who really celebrate it!Really? And how do you celebrate it?We?You know Paro, dont you?Paro? – Yes! Paro!Theres a tank in her courtyard.Weve mixed all the colours in it!Where folks normally douse colour on peoplewe dump people in the colours!The moment we spot someone, he goes straight into the tank!I hope you dont have a tank of colours in your house!Or Ramlal and I will find ourselves neck-deep in it.Watch what I do!Anyone home, sir?Whos that?Ive scared you again! – Youre crazy!Oh, Mr. Thakur! You didnt even tell me!Welcome! Happy Holi! – You too!What are you standing there for?Wont you bring some sweets for Mr. Thakur?Just a moment..Must I bring the plate too? – Which one?The one from which you will take a pinch of colour..Sure, go ahead and bring it.Please come, Mr. Thakur.Lets go and sit there, its a ruckus out here.- So, Ramlal? Is everything fine? – Im fine, thank you, sir.Well, Thakur? I hope youve had a nice crop this year.Actually, Im an outsider in my own house.Its Ramlal who knows everything about my farms.Its he who oversees things in our farms.Sweets for everyone..Open your mouth, Mr. Thakur!Thats enough, dear..Come on, Ramlal. Open your mouth!Give it to me, dear. Ill have it. – No way!I will feed you! – Give it to me, dear. – No!Shes like your daughter, Ramlal. Let her feed you. – Exactly!Hes right. Now, open your mouth!My God!How could I forget the plate with the colours?Shes a very jovial girl.You bet! Shes always kicking up a racket!Here I come with the plate of colours!Heres the plate of colours for you to take a pinch out of it!Im leaving! – Where are you going?Im going to my friends to celebrate Holi!May I?Havent you had enough of the colours yet?Come on, Mr. Thakur!Its a festival of colours!Red, yellow, blue, green..How can anyone ever have enough of colours?I ask you. Wouldnt the world be so dull without these colours?How dull and lifeless her world has suddenly come to be!I tell you.With her tears having washed away all the colours in her lifewhat can she look forward to in life?Well, Veeru..Ive taken a decision.Oh, really?So, youve started taking decisions too?Yes. Well..When you are into it, I think Id rather do it too.What is that? – Get married.Get married?You want to get married?Thats the plan. Ive had enough.Ive now decided to lead a straight and simple life.In which I have a house of my own, a wife, many childrenwho would pester you for stories..Hey! Thats enough! Sit down here, will you?Sit down. Come on, sit!I hope you know that you need a girl to get married to!So, do you have any girl in mind then?Yes, I have. – May I ask who she is?Radha! – Radha?That Radha?Have you lost your mind? Dont you know who she is?Look, Veeru..Even thugs and criminals are given a second chance in life.Besides, Radha has done nothing wrong.Has she got no right to start her life afresh?But how is that possible, Mr. Thakur?What will the society and community think of it?The society and communityare meant to save men from loneliness, Mr. Narmada.Theyre not meant to isolate someone.Besides, must we let Radha suffer in silencefor the fear of society?How long are we going to live anyway?We might soon be dead.Whose support will she live on?Whom will she turn to?It was because of all this that I came to you.But you are her father.

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