All language subtitles for Musafir Cafe S01E03

Sudha…

Mom.

Would you like some poha?

-Will you make it?
-Yes.

Yes, of course.

Yes, Mom. Namaste.

I'm doing great. How are you?

No, I just got back this morning.

There was an urgent meeting
at the head office.

That's why.

Yes?

No, I'm just about to leave. And Dad?

Chander, where's the cumin?

Oh, found it!

Mom, I'm getting an urgent call.
I'll call you back later. Okay?

GARGI:
SUDHA, WHERE ARE YOU? PLEASE CALL ME

Super Attorney Sudha Tripathi
starts her day with the Bollywood section.

Why? Don't you read it?

I find these Bollywood people
to be very shallow.

And their news is just as useless.

What do you think?

The rest of the newspaper
has very serious journalism?

If everything's fake, why do you bother
with the Bollywood section?

Because at least the people
look beautiful in the photos.

Wanna try?

Okay.

So, after grinding the coffee,
we'll start by lighting the siphon.

And then?

And then?

After that, we'll give the coffee
another quick grind.

That's it.

Thank you.

So much effort?

You need to give the coffee some time.

With patience.

My patience runs thin.

So, I prefer tea.

I can teach you, if you want.

Patience.

Oh!

-I'm really sorry. I was--
-No.

It's not your fault.

Taste the poha.

Aren't you getting late for work?

I don't feel like going to work today.

What's going on, Chander Sharma?

Tell me.

Today…

the poha turned out really good.

Just tell me the truth.

"Sudha, I don't feel like
going to work today because of you."

-I wanted to say that, but…
-This!

This is exactly India's problem!

Ninety percent of boys
lose their chance at "but."

Here's the golden rule of my life.

Whenever you're confused
and find yourself thinking,

"Should I do it or not?
Should I say it or not?"

Just go for it.
Say it without overthinking it.

What even are you?

By the way,

Gargi, my roommate,
has been messaging me repeatedly.

She really wants me to come back.

But I was thinking that
if I stay here for a few more days…

It's not like
I'm throwing you out of the house.

Okay.

I have to get ready for court.

I will see you later?

Well, I'm thinking
I should go to the office.

Hello.

Gargi?

Sudha?

-What's the update on your hearing?
-There's still some time.

But the case closes today, so we're good.

That's why I'm here.

To make peace with you, Sudha, over tea.

Fine.

What's going on?

-Something is different today.
-Yes!

What is this?

I got an offer letter from a big firm
in Mumbai. Litigation cases.

Oh my God! When do you join?
And package?

But, Sudha…

I haven't accepted the offer yet.

This is Mumbai High Court
we're talking about.

-I know!
-So, what are you waiting for?

Because right now, it's tea
in Bhopal that I like more.

Chander?

The Indore team wanted to know

if you will be visiting next week
to finish the training.

Sir, I was thinking of working
with the Bhopal team for a few days.

I've got an idea.
Let's have Kartik attend the training.

He'll take both the sessions.

For the first time in six months,
you've canceled a tour.

It seems like the deal
is getting finalized.

Okay.

-Enjoy your time together.
-Thank you.

But tell me, what does your heart say?

My heart is confused.

Why?

Either you like him, or you don't.

-I like him.
-Yes?

I like him a lot.

And him?

What do you think?

He's extremely caring and great company.

You know, Gargi,

around him, I feel like there's more
to me than just being a lawyer.

Both things can happen, right?

Give it some time.

See where it goes.

By the way, will Aunty like Chander?

Shut up!

I bet you haven't told him
about this offer yet.

Two days without me, and suddenly
you've grown so wise, Gargi!

-Yeah. True.
-Wow!

He's too cute.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to pick up my flatmate.

Come, I'll introduce you to Gargi.

Wait a minute.

-Do you want to impress Gargi?
-Of course.

The way to a girl's heart
is through her friend.

Come on.

-Hi, Chander!
-Hi, Gargi!

-How are you?
-Absolutely fine. So good to see you.

So good to see you also.

I don't know if you know this,
but I'm Sudha's ex-flatmate

but permanent best friend.

By the way, I've heard endless praise
about you and your tea.

I've heard a lot of praise
about you as well.

-About me? Really?
-Yes. Yes.

Wow! You don't know how to lie either?

Nice!

-Gargi!
-Okay, fine. Sorry.

-I'll get going.
-Okay.

-Bye, Gargi.
-Bye, Sudha.

-Bye. Take care. See you soon.
-Bye.

Take care, Sudha.

Flatmate?

What else would I say?

Wait a minute.

Are we more than just flatmates?

Alright then, flatmate, what's the plan?

Drink some water.

-Who told you to order such spicy food?
-I knew it.

Shall I get some sweet chutney?

-Don't look there. Look here.
-Who is it?

Chander. Chander.

Chander, stop it! Stop it!

That's the engineer from the cafe
who got rejected, right?

Bhaisahab!

Bhaisahab! Green T-shirt!

Sudha!

Hi, Kushal.

Kushal. Hi!

-Hey, Sudha, how are you?
-Hi.

Meet Priya, my fiancée.

-Priya, this is Sudha.
-I see.

Wow, Kushal! Fiancée?

Congratulations!

Nice to meet you, Sudha.

Nice to meet you, Priya.

Chander Mohan Sharma,
my good friend.

Oh, you were the one
at the cafe that day, right?

Yes.

By the way, my mom
spoke to your mom a few days ago.

-How is she?
-Great. And your mom?

-Very good.
-Good, good.

How do you two know each other?

We met at a coffee shop.

-Yes.
-We met at a coffee shop. Yes.

But how do your mothers know each other?

Well, it was Mother's Day.

The cafe was running a "Bring one mom,
get another mom free" offer.

Right. Shall we go for a milkshake?

They have really good milkshakes, Priya.
Take a left from here.

-Let's have a milkshake.
-Yes.

-Yes.
-Best.

Bye. Have fun.

-Bye.
-Have fun.

Mother's Day special?

Good friend?

Yes, what else could I say?

"This is Chander, my flatmate."

He would've been scandalized enough
to call his mother in Ratlam,

who would go on to call mine.

Fair point.

Well, he found a girl at record speed.

Actually!
I was thinking the same thing.

As soon as I rejected him,
he found his dream girl.

I should get a commission-- Yuck!

Is that how you eat golgappas?

How does anyone eat golgappas
the wrong way?

You're supposed to pop the whole thing
in your mouth in one go.

-Oh!
-Didn't your girlfriend ever teach you?

You had a girlfriend, right?

Chander?

You had a girlfriend, right?

Hey, stop saying "girlfriend"
all the time.

I have a girlfriend.

-What do you mean by "have"?
-"Have" means have!

-Where's she? Show me her photo.
-I don't have a photo.

-It must be on your phone. Let me see!
-It's not on my phone.

What do you mean
you have a girlfriend?

You're sitting with me having golgappas,
and you've got a girlfriend?

Hey, I'm talking about my ex!

Ex.

I just don't have the guts to say I had.

Okay?

-Did she like golgappas?
-Yes.

A lot.

Okay. Plan change.

I can't tolerate emotional stories
without whiskey.

So?

College romance?

Even older than that.

Actually, back in Delhi,
her house was right next to mine.

So, same school, same college.
We even did engineering together.

Also, she got a US scholarship,

and I just went along for company.

Just so I could keep her company,
my dad had to take a loan of 35 lakhs.

I remember,

before I left, he called me
into his room and said,

"Chandu, you're going to America.
Work really hard."

For the middle class,
even dreams are bought on EMI.

Anyway…

So, one day, my girlfriend met Chris.

She broke up with me
over a long-distance phone call.

Our childhood love didn't make it
from the East Coast to the West Coast.

Then I worked really hard there
for two years.

I used to work,
but my heart was never really in it.

One night, while having
a couple of drinks,

I told myself,
"Enough. I'm going back home."

So, I came home.

But the welcome I got from my family
and neighbors was filled with sadness.

Mom didn't even understand
what had happened to me there.

And Dad just

placed the loan documents on the table.

I think he was really disappointed in me.

But…

I paid off the entire student loan.

Last year, I found out
she had married someone else.

She lives in Singapore. She's happy.

And ever since then, Mom's been after me.
"Marriage, marriage, marriage."

Well, that's my story.

The end.

Cheers!

Bottoms up.

Ice?

One more question.
And tell me the truth, okay?

Did you cry?

A lot.

But in solitude.

I couldn't cry in front of Mom and Dad.

That's why, Bhopal.

Don't you find it weird?

A grown-up man wanting to cry?

Not at all.

In fact, it's the most sensible thing
I've heard today.

Because at least you do cry.

What about those who can't even cry
when they're supposed to?

Those who can't even process it.

May I ask you something?

Why don't you want to get married?

You know everything about me now.
Tell me something about yourself as well.

When Dad was around, I had big dreams.

When I used to tell him that I wanted
to go to Oxford University to study law,

he would say…

"Sudhbudh!"

"Just score good marks, and I'll arrange
your visa tomorrow myself!"

But you know,

I've always held on to something
Dad once told me.

I always worked very hard,

scored good marks,
and topped the class.

I couldn't go to Oxford,

but I did manage to get out of Ratlam
and come to Bhopal District Court.

After coming here,

I learned what it truly means
to stand on my own two feet.

I can't stop now, Chander.

I want to achieve more in life.

But don't you ever feel lonely?

Loneliness can also be cured
with alcohol and friends.

It can also be a partner

who truly accepts me.

And boyfriends?

Of course, I've had them.

But eventually,
marriage and kids find their way

into their plans
or their family's expectations.

They just can't accept me the way I am.

So, they come and they go.
And I say, "Thank you. Goodbye."

Anyway,
I've never really been in true love.

Never happened,
or you never let it happen?

Both.

And from now on, never have
emotional drunk conversations with me.

Why?

Because now, even in Bhopal,
you'll get less privacy to cry.

Oh, as if you're going to stay in Bhopal.

You're going to Mumbai.

What did you say?

So, when are you going?

I'm thinking about it.

Okay. I'm really sorry.

I accidentally saw your offer letter.
It was lying on the study table.

Please don't take this the wrong way.

And I understand what a huge leap
this could be for you and your career.

And…

Look, with all this happening,
I forgot to congratulate you.

Congratulations.

Why are you even thinking about it?
Just go for it.

You won't feel bad if I leave?

Well…

I…

By the way,
I need to confess something too.

When you weren't here, I found
something other than whiskey.

What?

Is the cafe plan serious or just…?

You know,
this is the only real dream I have.

You know, there used to be
this quaint little bookstore in Old Delhi

with a coffee shop inside.

My grandpa used to sit there for hours.

And everyone who passed by
would always stop to chat with my grandpa.

I don't know what
because I was too young at that time.

I was ten, eleven, maybe.

But I do know that Grandpa had
a different connection with that place.

He was really happy there.

Beautiful.

You know, how easy it is
to talk to strangers

when they know nothing about you.

I want to create that kind of experience
in my dream cafe.

Anyway, now you know
what a great host I am. So…

The best.

I've made a small change here.

Hope you don't mind.

Musafir.

Musafir.

Three, two, one.

Hey, guys! I'm here at the Musafir Cafe.
And guess who I have with me here?

The founders themselves,
Chander and Preeti.

Well, this is a beautiful space
you guys have created.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Tell me, how did you come up
with the name "Musafir Cafe"?

Actually, someone gifted me this name
many years ago.

When this cafe was just a small dream.

Wow. And what about
this famous promise wall?

Tell us what makes it so special.

So, we believe every traveler,
every musafir, has a purpose.

And if that purpose is fulfilled
through a journey,

then that experience
becomes memorable, no?

Yeah.

So, this promise wall
is filled with people's journeys

and promises that they make to themselves.

So, people come, they write,
and they put it on the wall.

And…

If they ever return here,

they'll find
all their promises right here.

That I can promise.

Well, that's a beautiful thought.

Also, I was talking to Rahil Qureshi,
the author,

and he said that if Chander
is the foundation of this cafe,

then Preeti is the heart
that keeps the artists going.

Where did you two meet?

How did this partnership begin?

-Tell her.
-Five years ago…

I boarded the wrong bus
on my way to Rishikesh.

And at 9:00 p.m., she was asking
for an address at a tea stall.

What was the name of that place?

-Cloud and View Home Stay.
-Cloud and View Home Stay.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Which had actually shut down
six months ago.

-And she didn't know about that.
-Yeah.

So, we ended up
spending the night talking,

and realized how similar
our dreams were.

Oh my God.
Such a sweet love story.

Also, how long have you been married?

Like you said, we are partners.

In life, in business,

and in dreams.

Alright, well…

I can't wait for all my viewers
to come to Musafir Cafe

and enjoy this vibe and energy
you guys have created.

Thank you so much for chatting with me.

-Thank you, Preeti. Thank you, Chander.
-Thank you.

Thank you, Dubey sir,
for this opportunity.

But I need some time.

For now, can we put this on hold?

I want to spend some more time
here in Bhopal.

Day after day
You find your way into my heart

You understand the silence I hide within

A gentle peace comes over me
Whenever you're near

Even my breath seems to stand still…

Mumbai will have to wait, Gargi.
I'm trying love for a change.

I whispered a prayer to the falling stars

I've become yours, my love

I've become yours, my love

I've given myself to you

My love

Subtitle translation by: Neha Nair