:11:03
Have you composed this?
:11:05
No, it's Tagore's, stupid!
:11:08
Koel, who's this?
:11:09
Lolita. Her parents died
in a car accident...
:11:14
...now she stays with us.
:11:17
Hey, Koel! There's some fresh
tamarind pickle for you.
:11:22
Tamarind?
:11:25
Lolita, have some too.
:11:27
No. I don't eat pickle.
:11:29
OK.
:11:30
But I wouldn't mind some
mango pickle!
:11:33
So still is my heart's beat...
:11:38
...aching to hear the bells of your feet.
:11:45
My life has lost its melody...
:11:51
...my songs are mute with defeat.
:11:56
From dusk until dawn,
:12:00
your memory rules my mind.
:12:03
Why does my hand seek yours?
:12:06
Were you ever mine?
:12:09
Tell me... tell me... tell me...
:12:16
The flowers see the bee swing,
like your vision in my mind.
:12:22
Trees hear the nightingale sigh,
'I long, I yearn, to make you mine'
:12:31
How much? - Twenty five paise!
:12:32
I don't want it.
:12:33
Show me...
:12:36
Not bad! Why were you
returning it, stupid?
:12:40
No money!
:12:42
You need money, right?
:12:43
Oh, boy! Come.
:12:49
Here's my pocket money
- take it anytime.
:12:52
There's no need to ask anyone.
:12:54
Not even you?
:12:55
No. Need any now?
:12:58
No!