Stories by Rabindranath Tagore (2015): Season 1, Episode 21 - Kankaal - full transcript
The first night in an old room at a lodge for a new college student turns out to be spooky.
What do you mean,
there is no room?
I have so much luggage
with me..
..and you are saying,
you don't have a room!
Sir, we can't control
the circumstances.
What do you mean by that?
That means, you should
have informed us before coming..
..so that, we could have
kept the room vacant.
Listen, I'd informed you. That
is why, I got the luggage.
But, we did not get any
information about you.
How is that possible?
-Nivay.
-Yes, brother.
-Come here.
-I am coming.
Just wait.
Yes, brother.
Give him room number 21.
-Room number 21?
-Yes.
But, brother, there is..
It is better than
incurring a loss.
Okay? Do as I say.
Go.
I will give it, if you say so.
Sir, a room is vacant.
I will allot it to you.
You can get your luggage.
-Go.
-Thank you.
Thank you.
What is in these bundles?
I came here to study.
So what?
Obviously, there
are books in them.
But, you've come through
the football quota.
Why?
Don't people who get in
that way, study?
I got the admission
because of football.
If I do not pass the
exams, then the government..
..will kick me out
like a football!
Come in. You will be
happy, as soon as you see it.
I got it cleaned.
Look!
They don't work,
unless they are kicked.
See? They left
the work incomplete.
Brother, keep your luggage.
I shall pick it up.
What kind of people are they?
Brother, a lot of scholars
have stayed in this room.
The landlady's brother
used to stay here, too.
He was very intelligent.
That is why, I requested the
landlord to give you this room.
It will be good for you.
The rest are the spoilt
sons of rich fathers.
But, you..
The landlady's brother
used to stay here?
Yes.
But, why are you speaking
about him in the past tense?
He is dead.
How did he die?
What?
How did he die? Did he hang himself,
or take poison or with a knife?
What happened to him?
I will tell you, brother.
The landlady's brother
liked to bathe with hot water.
What did I ask you?
How did he die?
I am answering that question.
A young educated man died, while
trying to make a water heater.
I will get the room painted.
It is not a big deal.
It will take a day or
two and everything will be fine.
Brother, this is your
cupboard. Look.
They are all useless!
Vishnu, Laxman!
Where are you?
Whose is this?
This is the landlady's brother's
skeleton.
What? The skeleton of
that intelligent man?
I hope, it will not help
me at night to study.
No, I am not going
to stay here.
You are joking.
This is not the skeleton
of the landlady's brother.
I understand,
that it has been kept for cleaning.
Yes.
Where were you?
Do you call this clean?
A cleaning means,
a proper cleaning.
Even the skeleton
needs to be cleaned.
Now, pick this up.
It's just bones!
Pick it up.
In that case, you do it.
Is this my job? It is your
job, you do it.
Come on, pick it up.
Brother, the dinner is ready.
Please come and have dinner.
Brother, please give me
some more rice.
Are there more lentils?
Give me some of that, also.
I think, you will eat food
for the entire year today.
This will get digested
by the morning.
I caught the train
early in the morning..
..so, I have been hungry
since morning.
I eat well.
If I don't eat, I can't play.
Please, serve some more.
Brother, give me
some more lentils.
The room is ready.
If you are through with
the food, then, shall we go?
Brother, give me
some more rice.
What is the hurry?
We will go.
I just have to go and sleep.
Is there something sweet?
Oh no!
Thank God, they cleaned this.
I don't have the
strength, to do all this.
I shall keep this
away, tomorrow.
Who is it?
It is me.
What do you want?
My skeleton was here.
I'm searching for it.
Very nice.
You have come so late
at night, to see your skeleton!
They took it.
Forget about it.
What is the use of it?
What is the use?
What kind of question was that?
Why won't I be
attached to the bones..
..that kept my heart and
youth intact, for 26 years?
Why shouldn't I look at them?
No. Look for them.
I didn't mean anything by that.
But, do whatever you want to,
quietly.
Let me sleep.
I will be obliged.
Actually, I have to
go to an event, tomorrow.
That is why.
Otherwise, there is no problem.
Okay, you sleep.
I shall find it quietly.
For the last 35 years,
I have been crying amongst..
..the burning dead bodies
in a cremation ground.
Today, I have a chance
to talk to a living human being.
That is why I stayed back.
It feels good to talk to you.
Talk?
But, I do not know you.
Then, get to know me.
Will you hear my story?
Okay, if you don't want
to listen, then don't.
I am going.
You could not resist it.
So, you have come to
hear my story.
There was no other option.
The entire lodge is
involved in your story.
Then, listen to my story.
I feared my husband, more
than death.
My childhood..
..and its sweetness..
..were destroyed by
my demonic husband.
Why are you staring at me,
like that?
The skeleton doesn't quite
match my beauty, right?
Yes. No.
But, my husband never
valued my beauty.
Then, one day I found
my own way to freedom.
Look at that witch.
She destroyed my son.
She is inauspicious.
I don't want to see you here.
Go away from here.
I hate you.
You hate me. But, why?
What did I do?
You know everything.
Only you have seen me,
after my youth and beauty is over.
I, the unique Roopmati,
am a skeleton, now.
Just a frame of bones.
Only you know this.
I want to make you forget everything
and send you back.
I am not dying to listen
to your story, either.
Send me back.
Make me forget everything.
At least, I will sleep peacefully.
And even if,
I remember anything..
..I shall forget it,
as a scary dream.
No, I won't let you go,
without telling you my story.
And to listen to it,
you will have to come out..
..with me, to the garden.
There is a corner that
belongs to me, forever.
This place is mine.
Every moment that
is spent here, is all mine.
At home, I had no friends.
My brother had vowed,
not to get married.
So it was only my father,
mother, brother and me.
They both loved me.
They treated me,
like a princess.
Here, I felt that the whole world
was crazy about my beauty.
Even the stars used
to stop twinkling..
..and regard me,
at every moment.
The wind used to touch
me and pass by, whistling.
Just like the sigh of a beloved,
who is touched by her lover.
Even the garden, used to
be in awe of my touch.
Every young man of
the world, was eager to get me.
But, I never looked at them.
Why should I look at them?
They were just like wild
grass..
..that was to be
crushed, under my feet.
I was proud of my beauty.
But, my heart was in anguish.
It was the pain of loneliness.
And then, Shekhar arrived.
A friend of my brother.
She got wet in the rain yesterday,
and since then, she has fever.
Don't worry, Chetan.
I will check her.
The doctor kept staring
at me, wide-eyed.
He was mesmerized.
Poor doctor.
In that brightness of a rainy
evening, a beautiful woman..
..was lying on that pillow,
like wilting flowers.
The hair was haywire
on her forehead. Demure eyes..
..that were inviting. The doctor
was bound to get nervous.
He could not speak.
When I put out my hand
and held out my wrist..
..then, I was sad
to see it empty.
I should have been wearing,
a blue stone studded bangle.
But, I was a widow.
What couldn't happen,
just couldn't happen.
The doctor started perspiring.
I was very happy to
see him confused.
I used to look at him
and he used to feel shy.
Then, it became a game.
I used to fall sick and
he used to come to see me.
He used to give me medicine.
The poor doctor.
Neither could he look at me,
nor control himself.
Then, it just became
an everyday game.
Gradually, everything
vanished from my thoughts.
The only person in
my thoughts, was the doctor.
I used to see myself, through
his eyes, while asleep or awake.
The more I used
to see myself..
..the more I was irritated,
by the white color attire.
Which I was forced to
cover my body with.
He never said anything
nor talked about anything.
He just hid his
love, with his shyness.
But, Shekhar used to keep
watching my beauty and youth.
He never got tired of that.
I think, he is scared that,
he might get burnt on touching you.
Just give him some time.
He will put his hand out..
..and touch you.
Doctor,
this is your own clinic.
Come in.
Now, the doctor will always
stay close to me.
How did this happen?
I was just checking, whether,
my blood has also turned white.
What is this nonsense?
If this is nonsense..
..what about this life I live,
imprisoned in a white attire?
What am I being punished for?
Is it right to kill
someone, who is alive?
You are not at fault..
..but, these rules are wrong..
..which are the
pride of the society.
But do you know, that
the times are changing?
People are thinking
about women's education.
Efforts are being made to
get widows re-married.
Marriage?
Forget about marriage!
No one would love us.
Anyone would love you.
Now, what is the excuse?
I will think and tell you.
What is this?
This is medicine for hernia.
And this?
That is Arsenic.
It is medicinal in a small
quantity and more of it...
More of it?
More of it, makes it a poison.
That means death.
Do you know, that death
really attracts me?
You know, my husband also died.
Have you ever tasted this?
If I had tasted it..
..I would not be standing,
in front of you.
But you said, there is no
harm in consuming less of it.
Yes, I said that.
But, I do not wish
to try it out on me.
Fine. So, I shall try it
out on myself.
Doctor, what's keeping you?
Don't you have to leave?
Go away from here.
Go away.
Go away from here. I have to
close the clinic and leave.
I can help you.
Can I?
No, no.
I will do it.
Make me your compounder.
Then, I will listen to
everyone's heartbeat.
Like this.
Do you want to
hear my heartbeat?
Listen to it.
Go from here.
You should not be here.
Doctor!
Come. Come inside.
Sit down.
I have your instrument.
How will you check him?
Give me my instrument
and go from here.
I have lots to do.
I am going.
But, your stethoscope
is with me.
Whenever you have time,
you can come and take it.
Are you okay?
What do you think?
Is he running away from me?
I asked you a question.
I think so. He did not even
come to take his stethoscope.
Maybe, he did not require it.
But still, he could
have come to meet you, once.
What does he think of himself?
He keeps hovering around me.
He admires me, secretly.
He looks for reasons
to be near me.
A beautiful girl like me
is dying..
..to talk to him, while he is
preening and acting aloof.
Now, I will show him.
I will teach him a lesson..
..he will never forget
Brother, where did Mr.
Shekhar go, all dressed up..
..in the horse cart,
in the evening?
He has gone to meet
the God of death.
Don't joke, brother.
Tell me.
Where did Mr. Shekhar go?
He's gone to arrange
his marriage.
Marriage?
Why does a good man
want to commit suicide?
Marriage is destruction.
Marriage?
Later, I got to know..
..that the doctor's wife,
is from a very rich family.
She is bringing lots
of money with her.
Fine, so let him get married.
I did not stop him.
But, why did he hurt me?
Men are like that.
I just knew one man
properly, in my life.
But, I can understand
the nature of men.
They cannot be depended upon.
I have never loved a woman.
So, I cannot say, whether men
and women are the same..
..or do only men behave
like this?
Brother.
I don't know what to say.
Listen.
Doctor, I heard that,
you are going to get married.
What is this?
There are no decorations
or lighting arrangements.
There is no celebration
or a band playing.
What kind of marriage is this?
Is marriage
a reason for celebration..
..which should be celebrated,
with pomp and show?
Obviously, it is.
Brother..
..our doctor can't
have such a drab wedding.
That is for sure.
Just call for a band.
Arrange for
the lamps and lights.
I have to make preparations
to welcome the new bride.
You'll see, how she
enters the house.
I will decorate the
entire house with flowers.
The bride will walk on
flowers and enter the house.
Do what you think is right.
Okay?
You know that, I and marriage..
..have a very old relationship.
But, I will pray so that
everything goes well for you.
Brother, good people
always get good things.
But, Mr. Shekhar.
Thank you.
Just be careful,
while drinking.
What if, you don't get up
in time for your wedding?
What is all this?
Arrangements to
welcome the bride.
Here?
Why will she come here?
Because, he will see her
here in the most amazing form.
Before the wedding, Shekhar
and brother are drinking.
I mixed something in Shekhar's
drink..
..which made him change
his attitude towards me.
He will see me not as widow,
but, as a bride.
Shekhar, Shekhar.
Shekhar, Shekhar.
Shekhar, say something!
Say something, Shekhar.
It was such a beautiful night.
The breeze was so soft..
..and caressing the tired earth,
to relax it.
The jasmine flowers, spread
a sweet fragrance in the air.
Then, I set out to
seek eternity.
But, when the music
of life started fading away..
..and the light of
the moon grew dim..
..all the relationships
began to break.
The hatred and jealousy
of life, seemed a hallucination..
..and gave way to
the reality of life.
The desire of death, grew with the
desire to go to the other world.
The eyes began to close..
..and I had the prettiest smile
on my face.
I thought that,
when I will be found..
..my last smile would last
like the effect of alcohol.
And I would enter my eternal
wedding chamber, smiling.
But, that didn't happen.
And Shekhar?
What happened to him?
I had no idea, that this
would happen to me after death.
But, how can anyone
recognize a skeleton?
Then, how could
I recognize him?
But, this is life and death.
Whatever we think of,
never happens.
And we cannot imagine,
what happens.
The body was gone,
the beauty was gone..
..and I lost my identity,
too.
When my eyes opened,
due to a murmuring sound..
..some boys were counting the
bones of my skeleton.
there is no room?
I have so much luggage
with me..
..and you are saying,
you don't have a room!
Sir, we can't control
the circumstances.
What do you mean by that?
That means, you should
have informed us before coming..
..so that, we could have
kept the room vacant.
Listen, I'd informed you. That
is why, I got the luggage.
But, we did not get any
information about you.
How is that possible?
-Nivay.
-Yes, brother.
-Come here.
-I am coming.
Just wait.
Yes, brother.
Give him room number 21.
-Room number 21?
-Yes.
But, brother, there is..
It is better than
incurring a loss.
Okay? Do as I say.
Go.
I will give it, if you say so.
Sir, a room is vacant.
I will allot it to you.
You can get your luggage.
-Go.
-Thank you.
Thank you.
What is in these bundles?
I came here to study.
So what?
Obviously, there
are books in them.
But, you've come through
the football quota.
Why?
Don't people who get in
that way, study?
I got the admission
because of football.
If I do not pass the
exams, then the government..
..will kick me out
like a football!
Come in. You will be
happy, as soon as you see it.
I got it cleaned.
Look!
They don't work,
unless they are kicked.
See? They left
the work incomplete.
Brother, keep your luggage.
I shall pick it up.
What kind of people are they?
Brother, a lot of scholars
have stayed in this room.
The landlady's brother
used to stay here, too.
He was very intelligent.
That is why, I requested the
landlord to give you this room.
It will be good for you.
The rest are the spoilt
sons of rich fathers.
But, you..
The landlady's brother
used to stay here?
Yes.
But, why are you speaking
about him in the past tense?
He is dead.
How did he die?
What?
How did he die? Did he hang himself,
or take poison or with a knife?
What happened to him?
I will tell you, brother.
The landlady's brother
liked to bathe with hot water.
What did I ask you?
How did he die?
I am answering that question.
A young educated man died, while
trying to make a water heater.
I will get the room painted.
It is not a big deal.
It will take a day or
two and everything will be fine.
Brother, this is your
cupboard. Look.
They are all useless!
Vishnu, Laxman!
Where are you?
Whose is this?
This is the landlady's brother's
skeleton.
What? The skeleton of
that intelligent man?
I hope, it will not help
me at night to study.
No, I am not going
to stay here.
You are joking.
This is not the skeleton
of the landlady's brother.
I understand,
that it has been kept for cleaning.
Yes.
Where were you?
Do you call this clean?
A cleaning means,
a proper cleaning.
Even the skeleton
needs to be cleaned.
Now, pick this up.
It's just bones!
Pick it up.
In that case, you do it.
Is this my job? It is your
job, you do it.
Come on, pick it up.
Brother, the dinner is ready.
Please come and have dinner.
Brother, please give me
some more rice.
Are there more lentils?
Give me some of that, also.
I think, you will eat food
for the entire year today.
This will get digested
by the morning.
I caught the train
early in the morning..
..so, I have been hungry
since morning.
I eat well.
If I don't eat, I can't play.
Please, serve some more.
Brother, give me
some more lentils.
The room is ready.
If you are through with
the food, then, shall we go?
Brother, give me
some more rice.
What is the hurry?
We will go.
I just have to go and sleep.
Is there something sweet?
Oh no!
Thank God, they cleaned this.
I don't have the
strength, to do all this.
I shall keep this
away, tomorrow.
Who is it?
It is me.
What do you want?
My skeleton was here.
I'm searching for it.
Very nice.
You have come so late
at night, to see your skeleton!
They took it.
Forget about it.
What is the use of it?
What is the use?
What kind of question was that?
Why won't I be
attached to the bones..
..that kept my heart and
youth intact, for 26 years?
Why shouldn't I look at them?
No. Look for them.
I didn't mean anything by that.
But, do whatever you want to,
quietly.
Let me sleep.
I will be obliged.
Actually, I have to
go to an event, tomorrow.
That is why.
Otherwise, there is no problem.
Okay, you sleep.
I shall find it quietly.
For the last 35 years,
I have been crying amongst..
..the burning dead bodies
in a cremation ground.
Today, I have a chance
to talk to a living human being.
That is why I stayed back.
It feels good to talk to you.
Talk?
But, I do not know you.
Then, get to know me.
Will you hear my story?
Okay, if you don't want
to listen, then don't.
I am going.
You could not resist it.
So, you have come to
hear my story.
There was no other option.
The entire lodge is
involved in your story.
Then, listen to my story.
I feared my husband, more
than death.
My childhood..
..and its sweetness..
..were destroyed by
my demonic husband.
Why are you staring at me,
like that?
The skeleton doesn't quite
match my beauty, right?
Yes. No.
But, my husband never
valued my beauty.
Then, one day I found
my own way to freedom.
Look at that witch.
She destroyed my son.
She is inauspicious.
I don't want to see you here.
Go away from here.
I hate you.
You hate me. But, why?
What did I do?
You know everything.
Only you have seen me,
after my youth and beauty is over.
I, the unique Roopmati,
am a skeleton, now.
Just a frame of bones.
Only you know this.
I want to make you forget everything
and send you back.
I am not dying to listen
to your story, either.
Send me back.
Make me forget everything.
At least, I will sleep peacefully.
And even if,
I remember anything..
..I shall forget it,
as a scary dream.
No, I won't let you go,
without telling you my story.
And to listen to it,
you will have to come out..
..with me, to the garden.
There is a corner that
belongs to me, forever.
This place is mine.
Every moment that
is spent here, is all mine.
At home, I had no friends.
My brother had vowed,
not to get married.
So it was only my father,
mother, brother and me.
They both loved me.
They treated me,
like a princess.
Here, I felt that the whole world
was crazy about my beauty.
Even the stars used
to stop twinkling..
..and regard me,
at every moment.
The wind used to touch
me and pass by, whistling.
Just like the sigh of a beloved,
who is touched by her lover.
Even the garden, used to
be in awe of my touch.
Every young man of
the world, was eager to get me.
But, I never looked at them.
Why should I look at them?
They were just like wild
grass..
..that was to be
crushed, under my feet.
I was proud of my beauty.
But, my heart was in anguish.
It was the pain of loneliness.
And then, Shekhar arrived.
A friend of my brother.
She got wet in the rain yesterday,
and since then, she has fever.
Don't worry, Chetan.
I will check her.
The doctor kept staring
at me, wide-eyed.
He was mesmerized.
Poor doctor.
In that brightness of a rainy
evening, a beautiful woman..
..was lying on that pillow,
like wilting flowers.
The hair was haywire
on her forehead. Demure eyes..
..that were inviting. The doctor
was bound to get nervous.
He could not speak.
When I put out my hand
and held out my wrist..
..then, I was sad
to see it empty.
I should have been wearing,
a blue stone studded bangle.
But, I was a widow.
What couldn't happen,
just couldn't happen.
The doctor started perspiring.
I was very happy to
see him confused.
I used to look at him
and he used to feel shy.
Then, it became a game.
I used to fall sick and
he used to come to see me.
He used to give me medicine.
The poor doctor.
Neither could he look at me,
nor control himself.
Then, it just became
an everyday game.
Gradually, everything
vanished from my thoughts.
The only person in
my thoughts, was the doctor.
I used to see myself, through
his eyes, while asleep or awake.
The more I used
to see myself..
..the more I was irritated,
by the white color attire.
Which I was forced to
cover my body with.
He never said anything
nor talked about anything.
He just hid his
love, with his shyness.
But, Shekhar used to keep
watching my beauty and youth.
He never got tired of that.
I think, he is scared that,
he might get burnt on touching you.
Just give him some time.
He will put his hand out..
..and touch you.
Doctor,
this is your own clinic.
Come in.
Now, the doctor will always
stay close to me.
How did this happen?
I was just checking, whether,
my blood has also turned white.
What is this nonsense?
If this is nonsense..
..what about this life I live,
imprisoned in a white attire?
What am I being punished for?
Is it right to kill
someone, who is alive?
You are not at fault..
..but, these rules are wrong..
..which are the
pride of the society.
But do you know, that
the times are changing?
People are thinking
about women's education.
Efforts are being made to
get widows re-married.
Marriage?
Forget about marriage!
No one would love us.
Anyone would love you.
Now, what is the excuse?
I will think and tell you.
What is this?
This is medicine for hernia.
And this?
That is Arsenic.
It is medicinal in a small
quantity and more of it...
More of it?
More of it, makes it a poison.
That means death.
Do you know, that death
really attracts me?
You know, my husband also died.
Have you ever tasted this?
If I had tasted it..
..I would not be standing,
in front of you.
But you said, there is no
harm in consuming less of it.
Yes, I said that.
But, I do not wish
to try it out on me.
Fine. So, I shall try it
out on myself.
Doctor, what's keeping you?
Don't you have to leave?
Go away from here.
Go away.
Go away from here. I have to
close the clinic and leave.
I can help you.
Can I?
No, no.
I will do it.
Make me your compounder.
Then, I will listen to
everyone's heartbeat.
Like this.
Do you want to
hear my heartbeat?
Listen to it.
Go from here.
You should not be here.
Doctor!
Come. Come inside.
Sit down.
I have your instrument.
How will you check him?
Give me my instrument
and go from here.
I have lots to do.
I am going.
But, your stethoscope
is with me.
Whenever you have time,
you can come and take it.
Are you okay?
What do you think?
Is he running away from me?
I asked you a question.
I think so. He did not even
come to take his stethoscope.
Maybe, he did not require it.
But still, he could
have come to meet you, once.
What does he think of himself?
He keeps hovering around me.
He admires me, secretly.
He looks for reasons
to be near me.
A beautiful girl like me
is dying..
..to talk to him, while he is
preening and acting aloof.
Now, I will show him.
I will teach him a lesson..
..he will never forget
Brother, where did Mr.
Shekhar go, all dressed up..
..in the horse cart,
in the evening?
He has gone to meet
the God of death.
Don't joke, brother.
Tell me.
Where did Mr. Shekhar go?
He's gone to arrange
his marriage.
Marriage?
Why does a good man
want to commit suicide?
Marriage is destruction.
Marriage?
Later, I got to know..
..that the doctor's wife,
is from a very rich family.
She is bringing lots
of money with her.
Fine, so let him get married.
I did not stop him.
But, why did he hurt me?
Men are like that.
I just knew one man
properly, in my life.
But, I can understand
the nature of men.
They cannot be depended upon.
I have never loved a woman.
So, I cannot say, whether men
and women are the same..
..or do only men behave
like this?
Brother.
I don't know what to say.
Listen.
Doctor, I heard that,
you are going to get married.
What is this?
There are no decorations
or lighting arrangements.
There is no celebration
or a band playing.
What kind of marriage is this?
Is marriage
a reason for celebration..
..which should be celebrated,
with pomp and show?
Obviously, it is.
Brother..
..our doctor can't
have such a drab wedding.
That is for sure.
Just call for a band.
Arrange for
the lamps and lights.
I have to make preparations
to welcome the new bride.
You'll see, how she
enters the house.
I will decorate the
entire house with flowers.
The bride will walk on
flowers and enter the house.
Do what you think is right.
Okay?
You know that, I and marriage..
..have a very old relationship.
But, I will pray so that
everything goes well for you.
Brother, good people
always get good things.
But, Mr. Shekhar.
Thank you.
Just be careful,
while drinking.
What if, you don't get up
in time for your wedding?
What is all this?
Arrangements to
welcome the bride.
Here?
Why will she come here?
Because, he will see her
here in the most amazing form.
Before the wedding, Shekhar
and brother are drinking.
I mixed something in Shekhar's
drink..
..which made him change
his attitude towards me.
He will see me not as widow,
but, as a bride.
Shekhar, Shekhar.
Shekhar, Shekhar.
Shekhar, say something!
Say something, Shekhar.
It was such a beautiful night.
The breeze was so soft..
..and caressing the tired earth,
to relax it.
The jasmine flowers, spread
a sweet fragrance in the air.
Then, I set out to
seek eternity.
But, when the music
of life started fading away..
..and the light of
the moon grew dim..
..all the relationships
began to break.
The hatred and jealousy
of life, seemed a hallucination..
..and gave way to
the reality of life.
The desire of death, grew with the
desire to go to the other world.
The eyes began to close..
..and I had the prettiest smile
on my face.
I thought that,
when I will be found..
..my last smile would last
like the effect of alcohol.
And I would enter my eternal
wedding chamber, smiling.
But, that didn't happen.
And Shekhar?
What happened to him?
I had no idea, that this
would happen to me after death.
But, how can anyone
recognize a skeleton?
Then, how could
I recognize him?
But, this is life and death.
Whatever we think of,
never happens.
And we cannot imagine,
what happens.
The body was gone,
the beauty was gone..
..and I lost my identity,
too.
When my eyes opened,
due to a murmuring sound..
..some boys were counting the
bones of my skeleton.