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Yes?

Yes, Mr Wilson?

Deployment is on track.

The new module should be live on Thursday.

Barring any unforeseen...

unforeseen delays.

I have crosschecked the codebase.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, yes, I absolutely agree.

But the QA team...

QA team is doing our final sweep.

Yes, I'll personally...

Sorry, guys... give me a moment, please.

I'll be right back.

-Am I speaking to Mr Dasgupta? -Yes.

This is Shantanu Dasgupta.

-Mr Dasgupta, there has been an incident involving your daughter.

-Incident? What incident?

-Can you come over to the school? Now?

-Now?

No, I'm in the middle of work right now. What's happened?

I mean... can you please tell me?

-Our Principal sir is waiting for you.

Please come as soon as you can. Thank you.

-Mohor Dasgupta.

Can we talk about what you did in class today?

Care to tell your father why he's in my office at this hour?

We're waiting, Mohor. -Mohor?

It's not that big a deal, okay?

I just...

I poked him.

There you go. She poked her classmate with her compasses.

He was bleeding profusely.

-Oh! -Luckily he's better now.

And his parents are on the way.

Mohor?

He deserved it. But no one told him anything.

He wouldn't stop calling us names so I... had to shut him up.

By using violence?

Is that how you want to deal with things?

Have you told your Baba the rest?

Nothing I can remember.

Can't remember or you don't want to tell him?

Mr Dasgupta, a few days ago there was a slapping incident.

She slapped her classmate.

And in June, the class was on. She just stormed out.

Sorry, I had no idea.

I know you did not know.

In fact, initially I thought these are stray incidents.

So, I didn't bother you.

But after what happened today...

Mohor, can you please step out for a minute?

I want to have a talk with your father.

Don't get me wrong.

I think Mohor's behavior has deteriorated

after her mother passed away.

There's something not quite right to the way she's thinking.

These days, they do grief counseling for children as well.

Or you can put her in a club.

A hobby, a sport...

Something to shift her mind in a positive way.

-Hmm. -How's your equation with her?

-Equation? -Do you talk about things?

Free flow of communication?

Because...

if this continues I'm sure you can guess the path she's headed down.

Let's just say, today's incident is one step away from real trouble.

She has eaten.

I told her to sleep.

-What had happened? -Some boy named Rohan...

Maybe she likes him. You know it's that age.

-She likes him? -I don't know.

She didn't give me the details.

That other boy... he was making fun of her & Rohan.

She went at him with her compasses.

I understand.

Do you really?

If you keep treating Mohor like a project, things will worsen.

What am I supposed to do?

How can I keep an eye on her during school hours?

As if you spend enough time with her at home!

Can't quit my job now, can I?

I'm on work-from-home when I'm home.

My clients in Saudi don't care what's happening in my life.

She's still a kid. All of 14.

And she's lost her main anchor.

You've to fill up that gap.

And living like strangers under a roof won't help.

You know how much I love you.

And I probably love Mohor more.

In my condition, how can I keep coming back here every now & then?

I didn't ask you to come.

You didn't. But I know the situation here.

You have to become her father.

Easier said than done.

Of course it's tough. But do you have an option?

We've to stop ordering in from Horo Gouri. It's terrible.

Hmm?

Bland, boiled or even burnt food is better than this. Right?

Your principal gave me a great suggestion.

He was saying... how about you join a club?

Try a new sport... play something!

Some kind of hobby. Anything you want to try.

He's concerned, Mohor.

I'm a bit worried too. The way you're...

losing it at little things...

You're reacting, right?

This isn't you.

Is it?

Yes.

You're a good girl, a sweet girl.

Now, if you...

if you would only share with me what's troubling you & why, then...

maybe I can try & help you a bit.

I am not trying to lecture you. That's not my intention.

But I have to know, Mohor.

You used to talk to your mother, you'd tell her everything.

I know that. Supriya...

used to tell me over phone.

Look, maybe we will not connect in a similar way. It's possible.

But still... what if we try...

You could-- -I'm fine.

No, you're not.

You are not fine at all, Mohor.

Neither am I. I too miss Supriya a lot, Mohor.

Teenagers. Part of the package.

No, it's not that simple.

Her principal said that her violent streak

will land her in bigger trouble.

What if something serious happens? Her life will be over!

You're thinking too much. It's just a phase.

Look, she has lost her mother.

All the grief, sorrow, grievances...

It's got to come out in some way. -I know that, Godot.

Look, she is my daughter. But I can't recognise her!

It's like she's taken off to a different planet.

And I can't seem to infiltrate her galaxy.

What's her zodiac sign?

Mercury is on a retrograde these days.

You are a doctor. Since when are you into astrology?

Her zodiac sign is...

Oops!

It was her birthday yesterday and I... forgot!

-Amazing!

Do something, get her a thoughtful gift tonight.

Just be honest. Tell her "I'm sorry, I forgot".

Something she'll like...

What does she like... I have no clue!

She doesn't like me at all. Whatever I do or say.

But she must like something.

Something she used to like before?

Yes... she used to spend hours with her mother in the kitchen.

I've heard so. Supriya used to tell me over phone.

When Supriya would cook, she'd be in the kitchen with her.

-So something along that line. -What?

Get her something related to cooking. She'll like it.

It'll remind her of her mother.

Might just break the wall between the two of you.

How about a game, sir?

Here you are.

-What is this? -Check it out.

Happy birthday, Mohor.

You got me a mixer?

-Hmm! It's a nice model. Has all kinds of features.

Best in the market.

Many kinds of jars & blades, you can do whatever you want.

Was it lying in the store room?

Must be an old gift Ma had stored.

An old gift? No, why? I bought it for you.

-And what am I to do with it? -Why?

The usual things... you can make juice.

You can make cake too... I mean... that liquid.

You loved doing these things. -Yes, but with Ma.

And my birthday was yesterday. You clearly forgot.

Now you bring me a mixer.

I did forget.

But it's a nice mixer. It's a useful gift.

Did you get me anything on my last birthday?

What about the previous years?

No! Never!

And now you expect me to do what?

I don't know, turn into a master chef?

Mohor!

Don't be ungrateful.

It's not important what exactly I've got you.

The point is I got you something. I thought of you.

And that's important! Right?

-Thought of me? -Yes!

I am in your thoughts? Like a dead person?

Like Ma?

-Is this how you talk to your Baba? -Baba? You hardly know me!

You know nothing about me! Bringing me a gift makes you my Baba?

You're so ill-behaved!

Fine, do what you wish!

-I will! -Go ahead!

-Of course I will! -What do you think?

All this effort I'm putting in... Think it's easy?

Since your mother passed away, I've tried in all ways possible.

So that you never have to...

But it makes no difference to you!

You hardly care!

As if you really care!

Damn it!

Let's some words stay Words that mist up the window

Let some sorrows stay Sorrows that moisten words

Let's some words stay Words that mist up the window

Let some sorrows stay Sorrows that moisten words

Some days that have passed that I truly miss

I want those times to return, time and again

Open up the door for me Send me some sunshine

Believe me, one day I will make everything alright again

Open up the door for me Send me some sunshine

Believe me, one day I will make everything alright again

I'll make everything alright

That was a different me, who didn't dream new dreams

That was a different time, when I seeked rhythm in everything

That was a different me, who didn't dream new dreams

That was a different time, when I seeked rhythm in everything

The city life blues make me wither bit by bit

Not once, not twice, time & again

Open up the door for me Send me some sunshine

Believe me, one day I will make everything alright again

Open up the door for me Send me some sunshine

Believe me, one day I will make everything alright again

I'll make everything alright

Open up the door for me Send me some sunshine

Believe me, one day I will make everything alright again

Open up the door for me Send me some sunshine

Believe me, one day I will make everything alright again

Open up the door for me Send me some sunshine

Believe me, one day I will make everything alright again

Open up the door for me Send me some sunshine

Believe me, one day I will make everything alright again

I'll make everything alright

You seem familiar... very familiar.

So tell me, who am I?

-Amit! -Huh? Who is Amit?

Worked at our factory, right?

No. I never worked there.

I'm Shantanu, Baba.

Shantanu...

I forgot...

Why didn't you bring your wife along?

Where's she?

-Her you can't forget, isn't it? -How can I!

Who got you married in the first place?

Well, she...

I had told you last year.

She had cancer... it's been over a year now.

Things went south since then.

You did say, hmm...

And your daughter?

-Hmm. -How old is she now? Five?

Oh, she's a teenager now.

14. -14!

Wow!

When you were 14, it was so difficult to deal with you!

13, 14, 15... this age... is so very mysterious.

You could say, one of the enduring mysteries of the universe.

I didn't know how to handle you, what to tell you.

But your mother?

She managed everything like... absolute magic!

Supriya too had been doing that.

You need a partner in your life right now.

Someone who will bring... what's the word... warmth!

Someone who will bring some warmth to your life.

I don't think it's possible for me anymore, Baba.

If you're alone, you got to play the Ma & Baba, both.

Tough.

Look, with the current situation in the house,

if I introduce a new character...

it'll all come tumbling down.

That maybe true. But you must think about her.

What did you say her name is, son? -Mohor.

Mohor too will be relieved to know that someone is there

who can give her a mother's love. You'll feel it too, believe me.

And you're not getting any younger. Better live it up while it lasts!

Listen to yourself!

Yet you have the world convinced that you've lost it.

Well, well!

A feminine touch... it changes everything within moments!

-Is it? -Hmm!

So, tell me... Where can I find this feminine touch?

Dinda.

-Huh? -Not Dinda, sorry.

Linda, Linda.

You know that app thing they have... Don't you have it on your phone?

-Oh! -Listen, my caregiver here...

He has it sorted, dating different women through that app! Imagine!

Yes!

Now I recall, Jinda!

You are something, Ajit Dasgupta!

Amazing! -A rare piece, ain't I?

Collector's edition!

What are you watching?

What?

-What are you watching? -Muay Thai.

Thai?

A Thai food recipe?

Martial art.

Ah.

Let's watch something fun on the TV together?

Animation, cartoons... you liked watching those with your Ma.

Why bring up Ma all the time? Emotional blackmail all the time.

Weird.

Honestly, worried.

See how obsessed you are about violence... Really worried.

Oh, really?

-What do you mean? -Worried?

Or scared... that I'll end up doing something?

What's the difference?

Where were you?

When Ma was around, where were you?

I used to see you like what... four days a year!

You know where I was.

On site. I had work.

-Work? -Hmm.

-I know.

Working on my birthday, during all festivals.

You were never here.

I was sure I'm from some other marriage of Ma.

Mohor!

I always asked after you whenever I called up your mother.

-Did you? -Yes.

Like some weather update?

Mohor, what we should really focus on now...

I mean, now we must try that we--

-That we? What?

You're digging up old things... Why are you pushing me away?

You're building a wall between us.

It's always been like that. I didn't have to build it anew.

But can't we... at least try now?

I mean, the two of us. Me and you. Like a family.

I'm going out.

At this hour? Where are you going?

-Anywhere that's not here. -But now...

Okay... well, alright.

Be back by 10? -And what if don't?

What will you do?

Back from war front?

I tried to have a father-daughter chat with Mohor last night.

What's the score?

Isn't it apparent that I lost?

See, I realise I'm a complete stranger to her.

Since we live in the same house, she at least cares to reply to me.

Otherwise she wouldn't acknowledge me on the street.

I think Uncle is correct.

Uncle who?

Your father.

Ah.

Correct in what sense?

Marriage.

Again?

No.

No, it's a bad idea.

Please listen to me.

Look, you're playing both now, a father and a mother.

At least you are trying. 90% people fail at playing even one of those.

The reason I never married. Anyway.

I think Mohor needs a Ma 2.0 rather than Baba no.1.

So, I'll marry someone so she can take care of my daughter?

No, it sounds wrong to me.

-It sounds very wrong! -Doesn't matter what you think.

Mohor needs a safe space.

Otherwise these acts of rebellion will continue.

Look, you don't have to get married right away.

Before anything, you must make yourself available in the market.

You've to be back in circulation. Hmm!

Go on a few dates. Check out the scene.

Hmmph! It's like wiping off the dust-laden heart, is it?

I don't know where to start.

How about "Dinda"?

I'm serious. Listen.

Download some dating apps. Create a meticulous profile.

Something like... "Single father..." No, wait.

"Lonely, widowed father." Hmm. You'll need strong keywords.

Lonely widowed father

struggling with teenage angst.

Man! Am I good at this!

You mean a widow father with teenage angst?

You think that'll attract women?

You've no idea, bro.

Women would go all "aww... oh, so cute" over it.

And it's not widow, it's a widower.

Wow. Call me whatever you will.

You don't know anything.

Give me your phone. Come on!

I'm downloading the app for you. I'll create your profile too.

And I'll even make a few initial swipes for you. And then...

over to the algorithm.

It's really about energy alignment, Shantanu.

Tell me something. Surely you sage your home regularly?

-Sage? -Yes, sage.

You don't know what saging is?

So... what do you do for fun?

I play.

-Huh? -Chess.

-Oh, chess. -And I got a mixer grinder recently.

For my daughter's birthday.

I thought that would be fun, but...

So, what are you thinking? I mean, long term goals?

Goals? Uh...

I used to be a goalkeeper back in school.

-I see. -Haven't scored many goals.

Saved a few though.

Mamma, ice cream!

No, sweetie, you just had your freakshake. It had ice cream in it.

Oh, come on!

You know Tulsi leaf?

-Of course. -Not a Tulsi leaf really.

Similar to a Tulsi leaf.

What you have to do is burn the leaves,

and circulate it like this, with your hand... What I mean is...

spread it around. The entire negative energy will vanish!

Can I burn incense sticks instead?

-Huh? -So...

are you actually here to date, or, you're looking for a hit & run?

No, I don't drive.

Um, "pump & dump"?

-Hmm?

A one night stand.

Oh! Not at all!

It's not like that!

You must be great with kids, right?

I figured out from your responsible guy look.

Did you now?

Well, I try.

I actually like to have food that is vibrationally uplifting.

Which means no garlic, no onion,

anything that grows underground, a completely no.

And I love raw onions with all meals.

-Huh? -Um, what kind of music?

Mostly breakup anthems.

Love, huh?

-Hmm. -How long have you been a musician?

Clearly not long enough to know that boring dads are not my type.

-You can't read kids that easily They have their own personality.

Oh, sweetheart! How cute!

Isn't he? -Yes, a cute little devil.

Your chakras seem to be misaligned.

-Really? -Hmm.

-Take it. -What is this?

This will help you to be at peace with yourself.

I'm not that boring really.

I used to be a fun dad. I want to go back to being so.

You know, your profile clearly said that you have "daddy issues".

I just didn't think it would be that literal.

-Aww! He loves you!

I don't believe this! I keep going on dates.

But he doesn't like anyone.

Keep this. Your chakras will get aligned on their own.

I will send you the invoice over Whatsapp.

-Looks great. -Oh, it is!

-It'll suit you more.

Dessert?

Something from above the ground?

No, I can't really drink without Aunt Mary.

Aunt Mary?

Are you carrying?

Um, who is she?

Weed. Grass.

You have some?

Oh, he's gaga about you!

Yes, gaga!

We should go for a shamanic retreat.

-Aha? -We'll do the "Kundalini awakening"!

Hey, don't do all that!

-What! -I mean... how old are you?

You're way too young.

Let me take my buddy for a walk, get to know each other.

Wow! Sure, sure! Definitely! Babi, go!

-Come. -Only one week's retreat.

And I can get you a discount.

2.5 lakhs!

-Only? -Only!

-Daddy. -Huh?

Good luck with the mixer-grinder.

Lets play a game!

You go, hide there. And count to ten.

No, count to 20. One, two, three, all the way to 20.

Let me go & get you some ice cream.

-Chocolate ice cream! -Sure! Chocolate ice cream! Come!

Count till 20, okay? -Okay.

One...

-Two, three, four, five, six...

Ah.

"Ranna Baati"

You, only you, just you

Time slipping away from my fist

Pensive clouds evoking sadness all around me

Our stories float away in tears

-Bhetki Tramfrado is my masterpiece.

Sweet, dense coconut milk mixed with Gondhoraj lime

makes the dish exceptional.

The mace does the rest of the magic, but overdo it & it's ruined.

A long wait, a monotonous melody

-I once tried it with Hilsa too.

Mohor didn't like it much because of the fish bones.

So, Bhetki it shall be.

In my mourning you shall be reborn

You are dearer to me than immortality

I still get drenched in your eyes

-Instead of sugar or chemical-laden juice from the market,

I prefer some fresh orange juice.

But boiling the juice too much can make the curry bitter.

Queen Mohor won't like that at all.

So, add the juice in the end. Just when it's done cooking.

This one's Mohor's latest favourite.

She's been going on & on about the koftas.

I packed her some for tomorrow's lunch.

She said she snuck one out before lunch time & ate it!

Silly girl.

In my mourning you shall be reborn

You are dearer to me than immortality

I don't know why I love cooking for Mohor so much.

She may not remember the stories I told her, the toys I've given her.

But I hope she always remembers the taste of my food.

I still get drenched in your eyes

Sir, won't you be going to office?

-Work-from-home. -Huh? What?

-I'll work from home. -Ah.

Work from home.

What are you doing?

Cooking Fish Kalia.

Oh!

I've been at it for a while now.

But nothing's happening. See what my wife wrote:

Add a cup of oil to the kadhai. I did that.

Then fry the sliced onions till they turn golden brown.

It's been 15 minutes, they're still as pink.

Have I turned colour blind?

Ratna, what's the colour of this according to you?

No, sir. Your eyesight is perfect. Nothing is wrong with it.

Though, unless you turn on the flame the pink won't turn golden.

You didn't turn it on!

Oh!

She did not write that here. See, she didn't.

Oh, Lord!

Mohor.

Try this, Mohor.

I don't eat fish.

-Ah.

You don't?

Okay.

Just try the curry?

Why?

What why?

Because it's tasty.

Tasty food from Horo Gouri?

This one's not from Horo Gouri. It's a different place.

Have it.

It's burnt.

What? It's burnt?

Oh, it's not burnt. That's the beresta.

Deep fried onion paste.

How do you know?

Everyone knows. It's common knowledge.

Ask for a refund. Take a photo, they ask for proof.

Oh, come on... What proof? Let me check if it's burnt.

Burnt? Well, forget the curry. Let's try the fish. The fish is...

Yummy!

Then enjoy.

Excuse me.

Yes?

I had... called last night. Regarding the cookery classes.

-Yes, it's me you spoke to. Tell me.

Where's she?

-She? -The student. I mean, your wife.

No.

I mentioned about my wife last night...

-Did you? -Hmm.

You see... my brain stops working properly after sundown.

I'm the student.

-You? -Hmm.

Do you have reservations regarding gender?

-Mhm. -A cut-off age?

No... it's just that mainly only the ladies come here.

Men usually come to pick up or drop their female relatives.

-My wife has passed away. -Oops... sorry.

-So, can I apply? -Surely, sir.

Tell me, which course would you prefer to join?

Look, I have a lot of recipes. But I cannot cook.

For an advanced course or if you want to learn a special cuisine

you've to start with the basic techniques.

-That's what's stopping me. -Right.

Do something. Talk to madam directly.

She's the best one to suggest the perfect course for you.

-Rita Ray? -Rita Ray.

-She's inside? -She is.

Taking a class.

Want to watch?

Cheesecake.

The secret to making a good cheesecake?

Patience.

And?

Love.

Lots of love!

But don't overdo the love & end up whisking the batter too much.

Most people make that mistake. Slow down.

Like I said, very softly, gently.

-Okay, ma'am. -It's like expressing love.

-Okay.

Like this?

Uh, how shall I explain this...

Like a breezy relationship.

You must learn to observe.

Know what will nurture its beauty,

know when to hold back.

Not forcefully.

Very gently. The friendship should come easy.

Go on.

-Madam, is this going alright?

Please check.

And this is the base of the relationship.

One we build our El Dorado on.

The biscuit base is like a very close friend.

Or maybe like a supportive husband.

Someone who takes care of us.

But also lets our inner feelings shine!

-Wonderful. -Right?

Now, do this. Press it like this. Yes.

-Okay.

Vanilla.

Such a subtle fragrance.

It's just hiding beneath somewhere. Like old memories.

You can't remember exactly how or where...

But it's there. Very much there.

So? Let's start with our own cheesecakes then? Hmm?

-Okay. -Don't be scared, don't be hesitant.

It's not coming to bite you.

But if it turns out great, everyone will want a bite of it. Right?

-Right.

You. A new member of the skeptical club, are you?

-Hmm? Sorry? -Still undecided whether to join

or leave.

No...

It's not like that.

Just trying to... take it all in.

You know the law of nature? You give back whatever you take.

The balance of nature.

I hope to see you here, in my class.

Tomorrow.

So, where were we?

-One thing I've understood from spending hours in the kitchen:

Food doesn't just sate hunger.

It builds a soul connection somewhere.

-You found poetry in everything, isn't it?

-Our Mohor.

I can't tell you how much she loves to stand on that tiny stool

and watch me cook.

In fact, she loves to play head chef!

And you must hand her the ladle!

-Ma... see! -Whatever I cook, she has to help!

Careful, Mohor!

Just being a good chef won't suffice, you've to focus.

-I was working my magic, Ma! -Were you now?

I hope you don't make the food disappear!

Give this to me. Let me keep it here.

Hmm! Now it's done!

Now stir it a bit, come on. Careful.

We're a good mother-daughter duo, aren't we?

Maybe, like me, Mohor too will find her heaven in the kitchen someday.

Cooking is a lot like life.

Strange, surprising.

Sometimes joyful, sometimes a recipe to sorrow.

But if you can hone a bit of patience & care,

you can cook up new creations, for sure.

Patience.

Care.

A new creation.

-Hello, everyone. -Hello...

Hello.

I get a lot of requests for the dish we're learning today.

The classic... Basanti Pulao.

But let me tell you something,

the Basanti Pulao isn't just a satellite to Mutton Kasha.

It has its own pleasure planet.

One that celebrates its golden hue from the turmeric,

perfectly punctuated with sweet raisins,

and...

the beautiful aroma of ghee!

Right?

You know what I feel sometimes? It's not just a pulao.

It's like a book of tales.

Each & every ingredient in it, has its own story to tell.

-Wow!

-Let's start with our Basanti Pulao today?

-Okay.

-Everyone has their own two cups of Gobindobhog rice soaked & dried.

Now, we will take a small spoon of...

-Turmeric. -Turmeric.

The turmeric that brings the golden yellow colour to the pulao.

But measure it right. Not too much.

Not so much! Just a spoonful!

-That's what I did. -Now take the tablespoon.

Let's add two spoonfuls of ghee.

The ghee is the impact player of Basanti Pulao.

Time to add sugar. We won't add salt right now, as it will release water.

Everyone, add sugar to your own liking.

I like it more sweet, so I'm adding extra sugar.

And now we will use the magic of our hands!

Our two hands!

With all the affection and love in our hands

we will mix the rice nicely with the added ingredients.

Imagine there's a tiny little nestling in our hands.

We handle the grains that carefully.

A nestling.

Handle the grains delicately.

-Go easy.

Priya, you are not listening to me.

What did I say? No messing with the rice grains.

Take care not to break them.

Oh!

-We're done with the mixing.

Hmm! Smells lovely!

Time to add the spices.

Y'all have the spices. Cardamom, cinnamon & cloves.

We'll use four cardamoms, three to four cloves,

and one stick of cinnamon.

Hmm?

Put the whole spices into the pounding bowl.

We crush the spices nicely, so they release a flavourful oil.

We are not turning them into powder. Just waking them up.

-You're being too noisy. -Well, I'm grinding it.

-Hey, slowly.

Oh, damn...

Sorry!

-Ew! -What is he up to?

-God!

You see, I sniffed it in...

What's your name again, Mr...?

-Shantanu. -Shantanu?

-Shantanu. Just Shantanu. -"Just Shantanu"...

Need something? Some water?

-No. -Okay. So then let me tell you--

-Excuse me.

-Disgusting! -Keep a distance from the spices.

Next time, be careful.

Thank you. -What is he even doing here?

-A mid-life crisis... -I swear.

-Try something quirky & then post online for likes.

Cooking classes as a fad? Pathetic.

-No gossiping. -Sure, ma'am.

-Let's get back to work. -Sure, ma'am.

-Sorry... -Please?

What do you mean? How can we give you a refund?

You said "Take a class first, then decide." Your words.

You failed. I can't help it.

No one has ever asked for a refund.

Look, it's simple, I can't do this. Not my cup of tea.

-You haven't even started. -Exactly, I haven't.

The class had to stop midway, twice.

Right.

Th next time I come, I'll start a fire.

Is that a threat?

That's for you to decide.

Continuing here would be a waste of time for me.

And for you too. So, I'm done.

Alright.

As you wish.

But, no refund, sir.

Fine.

Keep it. I don't need a refund.

Are there any funds for useless cooks?

Donate it there, okay? -How kind!

Hello?

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, yes, but no... Well, he's here but he's leaving.

Okay, okay, ma'am.

What now?

You watched us prepare it the other day. Try it. Cheesecake.

How is it?

Amazing.

So, "Just Shantanu" I hear you're quitting? Is it true?

Yes. I think it's better for everyone.

I'll just keep struggling if I continue.

That's what's happening. You saw me.

I did. And you really were trying.

How many care to do that?

-Hmm. Well, I did try.

-Hmm.

-But I'm failing miserably.

MS Dhoni once said this about cricket:

Process is more important than the results.

If you take care of the process, you will get the results.

It holds equally true for cooking.

If you want to achieve a result, you've to go through the process.

That is vital.

So, why the sudden interest in cooking?

Forget it.

You'll find it silly.

Please let me be the judge.

My... my wife.

Been over a year she passed away. She had cancer.

She had held our home together.

Not just with her cooking.

All of it.

Till the time she was able to.

And my daughter, Mohor.

She is 14.

I can't seem to fathom what's going on with her.

What's she saying? What does she want?

What's bothering her...

With each day that passes, we are growing apart. I am losing her.

Mohor cooks? Does she find it interesting?

She'd spend a lot of time with her mother in the kitchen all day.

For hours... they had their own little party going on in there.

Trying out new recipes... cooking, joking, chatting away.

They had their own world inside the kitchen.

If only I can enter that world of theirs...

That's all.

So you're not here for yourself.

-Mohor. -For Mohor.

Okay.

We could do something.

Instead of the group classes,

we could do one on one classes.

Works?

-And the others? -They won't be here.

Be yourself & put in all the effort. I'll be able to guide you better.

Isn't it?

Let's start with some simple, easy recipes. Hmm?

We'll learn the koftas & kalias later. Hmm?

What can I say? I'm grateful. Thank you.

No, save it for later.

First, stop sneezing over spices & cook a nice fish curry?

A fish curry?

Can't you?

"Just Shantanu"...

Welcome.

We will start with a very simple dish today.

Simple & easy, no complications.

Aloo Posto. -Oh!

It's tastier than any food anywhere in the world.

Only if you cook it properly. Right?

Right.

My mother used to make the best Aloo Posto.

I liked it sweet. So, she would add sugar separately to it.

She added sugar separately to Aloo Posto?

-Hmm!

You're from this side of Bengal?

Technically, I'm from both sides.

But I've always had more love for Mohun Bagan over East Bengal Club.

In that case we're going to have a major face off at our kitchen.

Right? -Well.

Alright then. Let's start making the posto (poppy seeds) paste first.

-You know which one it is? -Hmm. Here it is.

-Hmm. Right. The stone grinder is over there.

Add some water. Technically, when grinding the poppy seeds,

it's better to soak them in water for some time.

We haven't done that but we'll grind it anyway.

And since you like it sweet, you won't need chillies.

Go ahead, make the paste.

Um...

Using this stone grinder? They have a gadget for this.

-Is that so? -Yes, a mixer. I mean the grinder.

Grinder. -Oh.

Have you ever seen a woman pair a Banarasi sari with sneakers?

No, right? Because it doesn't go well.

In the same way, you can't grind poppy seeds in a mixer. Never.

Um... okay, it's your first class.

But we'll move to the traditional grinder next time. Hmm?

-Hmm. -Is there a pounding bowl there?

Got it? -Hmm.

Same process, put the poppy seeds in it.

Poppy seeds.

Add a little bit of water.

Just a bit.

-Enough? -Put some more.

Hmm.

Now, a consistent rhythm. A smooth one.

-I'll grind it? -Hmm.

Wait, just a minute! Poppy seeds are expensive!

You're spilling it all! -Oh, right.

I told you, a graceful, slow rhythm. -Okay.

No, not like that.

No, Mr Shantanu. That's not how it's done.

Don't be harsh. It's no ginger or garlic, is it?

It's poppy seeds. Treat it gently.

Like waltz.

A continuous rhythm.

A nice rhythm.

I'm not much of a dancer.

You're not much of a cook either.

We hope to get around both.

But I am paying you to learn just cooking.

This one is with my compliments.

Start. Rhythm... rhythm...

Like waltz.

Yes, do it.

Cooking is like meditation.

You have to feel what your soul is trying to say.

Then spread that story...

on everyone's plates.

Hmm?

Edible?

May not win the world over yet.

But has potential.

Keep at it.

We will take this potential towards perfection. Hmm?

-Oh, no... I don't like him like that.

Rohan is just... nice. Okay?

He's different.

He doesn't try to act cool. He is cool.

But I think he's too much into that June girl.

I mean, why? She's just too lanky, full of tantrums and such a loser!

The next time she throws herself at him in the playground,

I'm going to slap her so hard!

So what if she's older? You think I'm scared?

I'll hit her in front of Rohan.

Call you later.

What is it?

-Hmm?

What are you watching on your phone?

This...

This is an old Hindi film.

Watching it during dinner?

I love this scene.

There's this girl in it. She loves a boy a lot.

The boy doesn't like her so much. So, one of her friends tells her

"Try to hold sand too tightly in your fist, it slips away."

What does it mean?

Well... sometimes... instead of going with the flow

wait for the right time.

Let the wave come to you.

If it's destined to come,

it will.

Mr Shantanu, this isn't a scientific experiment.

It's just a simple dessert. Hmm?

But it's you who said so.

-Said what? -That it should be the exact ratio.

Otherwise there will be no rescuing the Rasmalai, right? You said so.

But you look like you're taking more pressure than a pressure cooker.

I have a friend.

A secret friend.

I think it's time to bring them in.

Move.

-Oh. -What is it?

-I put too much.

What is it?

Faith.

Taste it.

It's the same.

Ah, but that's the fun part.

It's there, yet it's not.

The more you have it, the more you love it. More & more.

Hmm! -Really?

The more I have it, the more I'll love it.

-Hmm.

-Hmm.

Okay...

The more I have it...

the more I love it.

-Yes, you will. -I already love it!

Enough now, tasting done.

Okay, but the more I have it the more I love it.

You're right.

Wow.

Now whisk.

Like I said, you've to strike a friendship with it.

You've to make friends with the milk. Go on.

-Strike a friendship!

Here, see?

-Hmm... -No need to hold my hand today.

Right? Is it going alright?

Will you need to hold it?

Isn't it going well?

It's going perfect.

Let's make the patties now.

-Hmm?

What are you humming?

-A Rabindrasangeet. -Yes, I know. But which one?

Can't remember the lyrics.

Supiya used to sing it.

When she would cook... she would sing.

She sang a lot.

The blissful beauty as spring comes by

Blooming flower buds of love

Blooming...

So, I was talking about Supriya.

Well, what do I tell you about her? Ah, when I used to...

When I was in Kolkata, and got back from work,

our home would be filled with the aroma of cardamom & saffron.

So, I'd tell her "You've created your own queendom in the kitchen!"

She'd tell me, if she's the queen,

then I am the king who's eating up all the food in the name of taxes!

-She was a fun person, wasn't she? -Oh, yes.

She was.

And...

she had the patience.

Lot of patience.

With a person like me...

Look, with a person like me you got to be very, very patient.

You'll need patience to deal with me, otherwise I...

-Hmm.

Patience!

Otherwise...

Hey, see, look!

See. -What?

A fish.

See, this is the mouth. Let me make a fin.

Now does it look like a fish? -Yes.

Like you said... fish curry!

This is the fish.

And here's our fish curry!

Blooming flower buds of love

-Can you roll them into balls? -Balls? Sure!

-So do it. -Just balls! Here.

Here, a ball it is! Done deal! Come here.

-The milk... -You've said it enough times...

-What? -Over and over.

I submit the tree of my life at your feet

Songs of joy celebrate the radiance of the sky

Doing the waltz!

Songs of joy...

Wonderful! Great!

Amazing, amazing, Mr Shantanu.

You'll ruin the Rasmalai now.

Let's get cooking-- -Tell me.

Why do you keep calling me "Mr Shantanu"?

Can't you call me Shantanu?

Shantanu.

Like foreigners say it.

Shyan-tyan-oo!

Hmm?

What say?

Rita Ray!

I say...

the next time we make Rasmalai, we won't use the secret ingredient.

Hmm?

Thank you.

What you said...

makes a lot of sense!

Cooking really does make the heart feel light as feather!

Light as feather!

Blooming flower buds of love!

Won't you put onions in it?

No.

I don't want the onion burps.

Couldn't find your roasted chicken sandwich.

Got you egg chicken sandwich.

Try it. Don't have it if you don't like it.

Unwrap it.

-Since when have you been cooking?

-Oh, I'm just trying my hand at it.

What's this smell?

-Hmm?

-Egg? -That smell I know.

This one's too strong.

Oh, yes.

Truffle oil.

You see, specially trained pigs

dig out truffles from underneath the soil.

Then they make this by infusing those in oil.

Truffle oil.

Doesn't sound very appetising.

You want to try?

No.

Okay.

-I'm leaving. -Okay. See you.

You should've seen her face!

She was looking at the omelette from the corner of the eye.

As if it were the Mona Lisa!

But why did you offer?

I tried not to.

But the way she was looking at it!

-Hmm. -The omelette turned out delicious!

Don't believe me?

I do, of course.

But... what I'm trying to say is...

Let her come to you.

Don't take the onus of inviting her.

She might pull away if you do so.

Well... how much further will she pull away?

Look, my wife is no more.

My father remembers me at times, at times he doesn't.

All I have is Mohor.

And to play these games with her...

-Hmm.

Look, she is already curious enough about the entire thing.

Right? -Hmm.

That's half the battle won.

Just curiosity won't cut it, Rita madam.

Curiosity can lead to a conversation.

And that might lead to a collaboration someday.

-A collaboration? -Yes.

No... now we're getting too ambitious.

Collaboration... no chance.

Is it wrong to be ambitious?

No, but...

-Hmm?

Isn't a bad thing. You can try it.

Um... so... how about I make dinner for her tonight?

-You'll cook? -What kind of food does she like?

What does Mohor prefer?

Well, pasta, pizza, burger...

Ah, got it.

So then let me make a meat slider for her.

And some pesto pasta with Gondhoraj lemon.

Be careful when heating it up. I'll teach you that. Not a problem.

Why make a Bengali-continental fusion?

Because the food is coming from Horo Gouri.

So that she tastes it!

Not just that. If she likes it then...

say you made it!

-Me? -Yes!

Pesto... slider?

-No? -No way.

Come, help me... my sous-chef.

Sue?

-Sous. -Sue?

Sous.

-Burgers?

-Yes, so it seems.

-Pasta? -Pasta.

-You made these? -No.

Same old.

Our Horo Gouri.

Mutton kosha.

Have they changed their cook?

Maybe someone pricked them with their compasses.

I believe... this has Gondhoraj lime!

Go on, sit.

Oh, my God!

-Edible? -I mean it's insane!

Like some gourmet s♪it! What's happened to these guys?

Well, things happen sometimes. Now check this one out.

Damn!

Lime with basil is like genius!

And these burgers? I could have them everyday!

Why don't they make them everyday?

Mohor, I...

The food is actually-- -I'm so, so sorry!

Whatever I've said about their food, I take it back.

This is next level!

I'm so happy! You really like it?

I like it? I'm obsessed! Obsessed!

Why aren't you eating? -Hmm. I'll eat.

If there's any left.

I can't believe how amazing this is!

Eat. -Hmm. I will.

They call this relaxing?

I feel like she is pulling my soul out of my body.

-That's because you won't fully surrender.

This is a highly sacred ritual.

You resist, you suffer.

-Why did I listen to you! -Get the hands done too.

You've been chopping & grinding all day long these days.

Take care of your hands.

-You're having fun, aren't you? -It's you who's having fun, bro.

Spending all that time with Rita everyday.

Immersing yourself in the art of cooking.

Making new friends.

So take the logical next step.

Shut up.

Always at it, eh?

Get married.

Have you lost it?

-She's my teacher. -"My teacher"!

Mr Baldie, middle-class oldie.

You're the one playing kitchen games with a middle-aged woman.

And I have lost it?

You're right.

I need to stop going to her.

Exactly. You should rather plan to bring her home, idiot.

You're watching a lot of Hindi films these days, eh?

Always trying to find a "happy ending".

You shouldn't say that phrase here.

But I don't even know anything about her personal life.

Is she seeing somebody? Maybe she has two Mohors herself.

Just ask her.

I don't need to.

Just a few more classes.

We won't meet after that.

Look at you!

You're already beginning to feel sad.

Don't waste time. Go, find out about her.

Then she will know...

that I am curious.

Hey!

That is the whole idea.

Ah.

Curiosity will lead to conversation.

And conversation leads to...

a happy ending!

Tarak.

-Hmm.

Busy today?

We're always busy. We're in the food business, you see.

It literally is our bread & butter.

Well said.

So, you must know Rita... I mean Rita madam...

for a long time, isn't it?

Why do you ask?

Generally. Just like that.

Trying to take her away for a restaurant?

Huh?

Someone had tried that before. A rich guy.

He even opened up a shop called 'Rita's Restaurant'.

But our madam... -She refused?

That place is a sanitaryware store now.

Oh!

Hope he changed the name of the shop?

Aren't you asking too many questions now?

Poached eggs are fine. But don't try to poach madam.

Hey! Oh, not at all!

Tarak... what are you saying!

This is just...

mere curiosity, that's all.

Does she live upstairs?

-Why would she live upstairs? -Well, people do that.

Live upstairs, teach downstairs. -No, it's not so!

-Ah. -She does not live here.

I see, very good.

But she stays nearby.

Ah. With her husband?

With her family, right? Obviously.

Are you in love?

What are you saying!

You've no idea how many have tried to win Rita Ray's heart.

Be it the chefs,

the critics.

One lady wrote an entire thesis on her Jhinge Khichuri.

-Ladies as well? -Yes.

-Jhinge? -Khichuri!

A thesis on it?

Are you living under a rock, sir? Rita Ray is a legend.

You need to do your R&D before falling in love.

What are you even saying! R&D and what not!

-Oh! He's back! -Must've come to apply again.

Insta algorithm not working out. What a loser!

Tarak, the morning class...

Are you early or did I overshoot the class?

No, it's fine.

-What's fine? -Your student seems a bit curious.

Full of questions.

And what are you curious about?

Nothing. I was asking about your Jhinge thesis.

No, what was it? Khichuri! -Khichuri.

I hear you are world famous in the locality!

Forget the Jhinge Khichuri today. Come inside.

Let's chicken you out today. Hmm?

There are so many kinds of chicken curry.

But do you know why I love teaching the Steamer Chicken Curry?

Why?

It is so simple!

-Oh! -Just figure out the balance once.

And any other recipe is cakewalk for you.

Hmm! It's like driving an Ambassador.

If you can drive that one, you can drive any car in the world.

Right.

A recipe so rustic and full of life!

The passengers who took the steamer from Goalondo to Narayanganj,

it's for them that this one was cooked first.

Hence the name Goalondo Steamer Chicken Curry. Interesting, right?

Every bit of this dish has the flavour of a journey in it.

Journey?

That reminds me...

you've to marinate it for a minimum of an hour.

It's best if you marinate it overnight.

Give me the chicken.

The chicken's gone on a journey too I believe.

It's not here. -It's beside you.

Oh!

Why are you always so tense, Shantanu?

Me? No.

Every ingredient of the dish can feel this tension within you.

Relax. -Well!

I've to impress this dead chicken now?

-Hmm!

It's already judging you.

You were talking about journeys.

Your life's journey must be very interesting?

-What are you really asking?

Have I ever cooked on a steamer? Yes or no? Right?

The answer is: not yet.

No. I mean, your life's journey...

That's all I meant. You seem like you've lived life to the fullest.

Must be a life full of stories. I mean, it seems so.

-Everyone's life is filled with stories.

Some, one can talk about. Some, one can't.

True.

But when you don't really know someone,

you can speak your heart out.

No baggage, no judgement.

You can tell them anything.

Put this into the pan.

Hmm? Ah.

Oil?

There it is.

You're not focusing on the cooking, Shantanu.

Oh, no! I'm very focused!

I added the oil right in front of you while marinating.

Oh! Yes, right!

Right, I can see that.

Smells great!

-Shantanu? -Hmm?

Let's limit our conversations to just cooking & recipes.

Hmm? Otherwise your journey will remain incomplete.

Right?

Pour it.

True.

Believe me, I really did try.

No, I don't exactly remember what I said. Hmm.

But she suddenly shut down.

No, not again! Don't give me your stupid theories again, please!

Yes.

Let me be honest. I can't...

I'm not being able to fathom her. She's a different kind.

Full of mysteries.

Sure, why won't I go? I'll go & do what's required of me.

I won't play detective anymore.

Oh, that's like PK Banerjee's vocal tonic from you, Doctor Love!

Alright then. Good night.

Someone who thought garam-masala is nothing but some hot spices,

not a bad attempt, coming for him, isn't it?

Good.

Very good.

Please.

What? Did I mess it up?

Must've burnt the onion?

That's been the bane of me!

It's okay.

Actually...

the meat...

Still uncooked?

-No, it's well done. -Then what's wrong?

I... I was cooking meat in the pressure cooker that day too.

That day?

You're not the only one searching for something more in cooking.

For me it's more than a skill.

Survival.

Survival?

I had a child, Shantanu.

For only a little while.

But I did have.

Sweetie, Mamma will finish work right away.

-Listen, sir. -Then we will play.

Whether I spend the money on work or on wh♪res, that's up to me.

You loaned it to me, so now it's my money.

Logically so. Right?

Yes, I will send it in ten. Don't keep calling me like this.

I'm sending it. Yes, wait.

Listen, don't talk about goodwill.

You didn't loan it to me out of goodwill.

You wanted to make profit from the interest!

Just a while more, honey. Play on your own for a bit.

I'll finish work & play with you.

Calling me won't help, call the client.

Justify your salary. -Listen!

I have a consignment stuck at a port!

When that gets cleared,

I'll go to your office immediately & throw the money at your face!

Don't be so loud, the kid's here!

What are you doing? Raising a ruckus!

When we got there...

it was all over.

Grief changes people.

We were living under the same roof but we no longer knew each other.

Just two strangers.

We grew apart.

Arpan took solace in alcohol and I...

drowned in depression & anxiety.

Pain and despair widened our distance so much...

that it never mended.

I'm so sorry, Rita.

-Hmm?

Sorry.

Don't say sorry.

I don't want sympathy.

Didn't want it then either.

I wanted a purpose to keep moving forward.

A purpose to live.

Cooking isn't a distraction for me.

It's like therapy for me.

I had lost control over my life.

Cooking... helped me regain that control.

I knew that I can't...

ever bring Arpan back.

He won't pull through...

And I didn't want to return to that darkness.

We had to separate.

I understand.

When you first mentioned Mohor to me,

your eyes had this...

an undeterred...

zeal of bouncing back!

Did I say too much?

You see, cooking...

Cooking teaches a lot.

To forgive, to forget, to move forward again.

It has been really true for me, very much so.

What are you looking at?

You tried to learn cooking, and here you are, stuck in therapy? Right?

I can see...

my wounds reflected in the mirror of your misery.

I can see them.

Mohor?

Didn't you go to school?

But I saw you leave?

When did you come back?

I saw you leave too.

You didn't go to work either.

In fact you haven't gone to work for a while.

Hmm, because I work from home.

You know it.

So where do you go after I leave for school?

Where were you this morning?

-I had some work. -Don't lie.

I saw you.

Saw me?

-Where? -I saw you enter that house.

Where that woman stays.

-What are you saying? -Don't act clueless!

I followed you to that Rita Ray's place.

Mohor...

What are you thinking?

I don't know! But it's not what you think!

You're sneaking off to meet some woman every morning.

What am I supposed to think? -Enough, Mohor!

No!

Not enough!

Because it sure looks like you're trying to replace Ma!

Look, Mohor, you are completely wrong.

Then who is she? Why do you go to her place?

What do you do with her?

Rita teaches me cooking.

Cooking?

That is your excuse? -No.

It's not an excuse, it's...

Look...

We...

I mean... we...

I mean, you and I...

I can't explain it to you. But I really go there to learn cooking.

Okay? -But why?

Will Ma come back if you can cook?

Mohor...

Mohor!

Just like his granddaughter.

Baba?

Shall I take them off already?

I haven't heard the Abhog yet.

No, you can continue.

I got you your favourite Shor Bhaja sweets.

-Oh, yes, give me!

Abhog can wait, let me have this first. Okay?

Oh, wow!

-Like it? -Hmm.

Shantanu.

Come, live with us now. It's been too long.

Just because I recognise you today, doesn't mean I'm okay.

I've created enough complications in all your lives.

Let me be.

I'm absolutely fine here.

If you took me back home, instead of sweets...

you'd have fights in store for me!

And you know, not everyone is suited to have families.

Some people love living in solitude.

Maybe I am such a person.

The same blood flows in our veins.

When I had a family, I didn't value it, and...

now I can't keep up at all!

Why?

Is this about your daughter?

Mohor...

Mohor just can't tolerate me.

She talks about her mother.

All the memories with her mother...

She's clinging on to that.

I mean, she doesn't want me to move forward!

Although, even I don't know if I want to.

-Mohor?

I had picked the name, right?

Sometimes I get really scared, Baba.

I feel like I will lose her.

Just like I lost Supriya.

Children are not meant to be kept.

They're meant to be understood.

I can't understand that girl at all.

You are overthinking it.

Maybe she wants to see you as lost as herself.

Let her understand that you too are only human after all.

Show that you are human.

Not a father with all the answers.

But a man, with the same questions that she has.

And sometimes, let her show the way.

See where all she takes you.

Thank you, Baba.

-Phish-Phash.

Easy to make.

But full of love.

Rice, chicken, and some potatoes.

Nothing fancy.

But every spoonful is so comforting!

A favourite of my Mohor.

From a very early age!

She'd sit on my lap & poke me,

urging me to feed her the next bite!

So, Princess Mohor?

How is it?

-Great!

Careful. It's hot.

Good? -Hmm!

Ma, more!

-Finished chewing?

How did you finish so fast? Very unlike other days!

Is it that good? -Hmm!

Shall I pack it for school tomorrow? -Hmm!

-Will you eat alone or share with others?

-I'll eat all of it!

-Okay, I'll make sure there's extra!

How is it? Perfect, right?

Because you made it, Ma!

One more.

You haven't finished yet, eat it first.

Now hurry up and eat, you're getting late for school.

Can't just have an omelette.

-No, give me all of it. -Okay, I'll make it again.

Ma isn't going anywhere...

Mohor! Move!

Are you okay?

You okay? -I thought I could do it.

I wanted to make you your favourite truffle omelette.

But when I'm in the kitchen I can see Ma.

I can smell her.

It's like she's actually here.

But... she's...

But she's not.

It hurts too much, Baba.

I know.

I know, Mohor.

Look, this pain you're feeling...

This is... not because you're weak.

Not because you've lost faith...

Grief is the price of love, Mohor.

And for the sake of love, we shall...

cook again.

Okay?

Let's try something new.

Maybe we will fail, we might even burn it to a crisp!

Anyway, we'll have fun!

Why will you fail? Aren't you an expert now?

I finished your Phish-Phash yesterday in one go!

That one... it was in Ma's cookbook.

And, Rita helped me learn it.

-The diary Ma wrote in? -Hmm.

-You found it? -Hmm.

It has everything written in it! Where is it?

In the bedroom.

Inside the bedside table drawer.

-We can follow the recipes in it! -Yes, we can!

Cooking is like life, smiles & tears

Fire and water, hand in hand

Do you want to try cooking up some love?

Add a pinch of spice

And cook yourself some springtime

Spicy stories for the meal, round it off with sweets

Simmering on its own

Where does your heart lie? With whom?

Are the days calling out to you?

The pressure cooker's whistle sends you a wake up call

What is cooking in the heaven's kitchen?

Kitchen games!

What's on menu today?

Will the recipe of love

Turn on the flame?

Kitchen games!

What's on the menu today?

Will the recipe of love

Turn on the flame?

The warm envelope of true love

The springtime breeze fans its flame

Words come out of their shells

Chop-chop, hesitations go away

The ladle & spoon romance in the kitchen

Love marinates in the air

With some romantic banter for dessert

Love really depends on the recipe

What's cooking in your kitchen?

What's the chitchat about?

Is it your crisp new heart?

Are your days filled with colourful unending conversations?

Make a promise, take a sip of sweetness

Kitchen games!

What's on menu today?

Will the recipe of love

Turn on the flame?

Kitchen games!

What's on menu today?

Will the recipe of love

Turn on the flame?

Go on, take the selfie.

Keep this in the frame!

Why are they late?

Godot wouldn't be late for a free meal!

Relax, Baba, they must be stuck in traffic.

What traffic? Look at the clock.

That must be them!

-Hello! -Hi!

-Hello! -Why are you so late?

We were buying sweets from the same shop.

Yes, Krishna Sweets, right?

Isn't it enough that I've brought you sweets?

-A miracle indeed! -Man, what have you done!

-It's a lot! -The kitchen must be a mess?

-Mhm. -All from Horo Gouri I believe?

Nope.

We've done away with Horo Gouri!

It's now Dasgupta and Dasgupta! Right? Bring it on!

His sense of humour still sucks!

But, the co-credit is a shady thing!

I think it's all Mohor, her Baba's hogging the spotlight!

No, Baba's turned into a wizard!

I'm sure he'll leave his IT job & start a restaurant!

-Really? In that case I can fund your startup.

But only if Mohor runs the kitchen.

Set up the clinic first. You're a doctor, remember?

Well...

Isn't your coach here yet? Rita Ray?

Don't tell me you didn't invite her?

No, why? What will she do here, among us?

Go, must be the cold drinks.

What?

Finally!

-Hello, you look very pretty. -Thank you.

-Hello. -Hi.

-Hope I'm not intruding? -Not at all.

The one and only Rita Ray, right?

In fact we were just talking about you. You will live long.

Now now, cursing me straightaway?

Congratulations!

-I know it's not now, but still... -Thank you.

I had to invite her.

After all, she's the reason we have our party shoes on.

How?

-Excuse me? -Yes, how can I help you?

I need to speak to you.

There's Tarak outside, he will brief you, okay?

No, I want to talk to you about Baba.

-Baba? -Your student.

Shantanu Dasgupta.

Mohor?

Is it good?

You see, I was not sure about you.

Initially, I thought you're trying to replace Ma.

But then I realised, you're just helping Baba.

Not just with cooking...

with everything.

Not me.

It's the cooking.

It's the cooking that's healing your Baba, and...

maybe healing you too. Hmm?

I know.

I too want Baba and me to...

We are hosting a dinner party tomorrow.

Will you come?

As a surprise for Baba?

Please?

And the plot thickens!

I will leave you with a bit of me

And maybe that's how I'll remain

Even though we walked an eternity together

Maybe, this is where it stops

Suddenly

Mohor looks at peace, see?

The innocent smile is back!

She's having fun, enjoying herself.

Just like how our Mohor used to be.

Supriya would've wanted this too, right?

Don't wait.

Complete the picture again.

Look ahead

Let go of the past

Let's start again

Right from zero

Look, whatever it is, it isn't easy.

She has had her struggles, she's been through a lot.

More than I have endured.

I have no right to mess up her life.

Agreed. But...

you should ask her what she's thinking about you two.

Who knows?

Maybe you have changed her life too.

Think about it.

Time to start over again

Like a sunrise after the rain

Let the past melt away

It's a whole new day

Stop breadcrumbing, okay? And commit. She deserves better.

What does that mean?

It means that you and her, make it happen.

Who's the father among us?

Who?

-Hello. -Hi.

That's for me, right?

-Are you done? -Just a second.

Look ahead

Let go of the past

Rohan?

I took your advice and stood my ground.

The wave only found me.

I'll be back by 10, okay?

Don't you mess it up with her!

Let's go?

I could've called you a cab.

You're walking unnecessarily.

Unnecessarily?

I love walking at night...

The empty streets...

And I've overeaten!

-Rita? -Hmm?

I want to...

Just want to say thank you.

-Oh. -For everything.

But you already said thank you.

You said it right after the Murighonto class.

No, seriously.

What you did... for Mohor, for me...

I mean, for us...

"Just Shantanu."

You are a really good father.

No matter what anyone says.

And Mohor knows it.

She knows it very well.

So do I.

I don't know...

what one is supposed to say during these moments...

I mean...

you and me...

Together, we're...

It feels great.

I'm your teacher, Mr Dasgupta.

Our relationship is that of a teacher and a student.

Such relationships end only after paying an honorarium.

Right?

So will you offer or...

shall I take it?

Which one?

Okay, Baba, we're rolling.

Just be yourself.

Hello, hello. On Ranna Baati's first episode today, we'll learn

Luchi... Oh no!

Cut. You forgot to talk about Ma's diary.

Oh, sorry. I mixed it up.

Just relax, don't worry so much.

Just think that no one will see it.

Really, no one will watch it.

Then why are we making it?

-I'm kidding. -Let's start then?

Cringe content is the best content.

-What? -And...

Action! -Hello, hello!

Welcome to the first episode of Ranna Baati.

My wife had some wonderful recipes.

I will share them with you all.

Today we will make, Luchi Payesh!

That's right.

Luchi Payesh.

Those leftover luchis from last night?

Those leftover luchis will create this wonderful dessert!

First, take the luchis...

and cut them up...

into small pieces and keep them aside.

Then grind some cardamom and keep it aside.

Now we've to boil the milk.

When boiling it, keep stirring it.

Or it'll stick to the bottom.

Say for about...

After boiling for about 15 minutes, you'll see that

the milk has thickened a lot.

Then...

add some condensed milk, about half a cup.

Condensed milk is quite sweet, but...

those who like it even sweeter,

they can add sugar.

Keep stirring for about ten more minutes.

You will see that it has fully condensed.

Now turn off the burner. Next...

add the luchis to it.

Mix them up properly.

Then the ground cardamom; sprinkle it over.

And some...

cashews...

fried in ghee.

I'll add these now...

And done.

It's ready. Now let it cool.

Then you can serve at room temperature or chilled.

As my wife used to say, this Luchi Payesh,

can just sweep the board against Shahi Tukda!

Now try it yourself.

And we will soon be back with the next episode of Ranna Baati.

And, cut!

-Alright? Okay? -Superb!

-Cut! Cut! And wrap!